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Che Hirst Class Merting

|NYONE who has had the experience of wandering through dark

unfamiliar places in a dream where the paths seemed to lead every-

4 where at once, and the ground slipped away from the feet, can

imagine what 1906’s first class meeting was like. Some one had

XM conceived the brilliant plan of holding a mock meeting on the campus

the night before the real one to deceive wary Sophomores lying in

wait. The night was dark, the campus muddy and slippery, and

numerous traps awaited heedless ones in the shape of the much detested ditches yawning
in every direction.

Little groups of excited Freshmen collected here and there, doing they knew not what.
Now and then some one would tear along in the darkness calling, ‘“The Meeting’s on the
Athletic Field, come on’’; and the crowd would tumble along after her, only to find excited
individuals flying everywhere, with apparently no real purpose. Excitement increased
as the time went on. Sophomores in disguise joined the mob and urged on the wild goose
chase. Somebody in the crowd proposed Miss Goodrich as the secretary pro tem, and this
election, like several others, was made by one small collection of people with the result
that the Freshmen found themselves with three or four secretaries, all belonging to the
Class of 1905.

‘Loud were the hoots and sneers of the bogus Freshmen, but 1906, supreme in true
Freshman conceit, could not see that the joke was on them, ‘‘since they hadn’t intended
a real election anyway.”’ ,

Early the next morning, in the cheerless drizzle of a fall day, 1906, sleepy, tired and
cold, collected in a small room in Radnor for the real election, swarms of Sophomores
besieged the corridor, and thumped loudly on the doors, but thanks to protection from
the Juniors, and great vigilance on our part, Miss Townsend was finally nominated, and

successfully elected.

 
    
 

 

 

 

 

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Che Warden's Corner
Geart-to-Heart Talka mith Girls

When I hear your merry, impatient voices begging to be next for an interview I cannot
help feeling that you do take an interest in your warden and advisor. I hope she may
be able to help you all with little hints out of her own college experience in the good old days.

You ask, one and all, for my advice on that subject so engrossing to the feminine
heart—clothes. By all means, dear girls, get a Peter Thompson as soon as you come to
college, they are so becoming to every figure. And really you know, to be quite chic and
up-to-date you must adopt the pretty style of wide ribbon belts, very loose, fastened in
front with a large silver buckle, allowing some twelve or fifteen inches of one end to droop
gracefully ‘down. ‘Two bows should be worn on the hair, but these should never exceed
fourteen inches in length. Many of you, I notice, have already adopted the slipper or
light pump for wear during morning lectures. The advantage of this is, as Jessie T. so
ably demonstrates, that a slipper is easily kicked off and never fails to create a pleasant
little diversion in the class-room, which the professor.is sure to enjoy.

I am delighted with the little confidences of my girls. Edith tells me all about mother
and father, little sister and the aunts and uncles who are not one whit more interested in
this dear girl than am I whose privilege it is to advise her during her first year in college
away from her friends’ loving care. Ruth McN., whose fun-loving disposition keeps her
up almost too late at night, I am sometimes afraid, asks for a cure for sleepwalking.
Space is so limited I shall ask Ruth to consult the reply in one of these numbers to Flora G.,
who was troubled with a similar problem, dear girl,—but, I feel sure, got bravely over it.
But do you think, my dear, that 2 P. M. is the time for practical jokes ?

Nan asks me about advanced standing, Don’t you think, ambitious girl, you would
do better to spend the time in the Gym where they teach really very advanced standing ?
I know you love the parallel bars and you have confided to me how you (once) vaulted the
horse!

Why devoted enthusiastic little girl, you may indeed write an‘‘Ode to Constance,’’ but
you must not expect her to appreciate its classic references if you leave it on the soap box
on her wash-stand when she is out!

Marion consults me about the best method of boiling eggs in the tea-kettle. She
assures me that she does not cook at home, so I suppose these little culinary ways originated
in a Pembroke pantry. But Marion always had a cool an’ airy way.

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You complain, Helen, that I sent away the maid on your corridor in Merion who was
so nice and obliging as to keep all your dishes washed. Indeed, I am very much afraid
that nice maid was washing your dishes when she should have been doing something more
important, Your little rhyming attempt was pretty and girlish, but your phrase ‘‘ala-
baster brow’’ does not seem quite new, does it?

Save up all your tangles, dear girls, for me to straighten out in the next number, and
remember your advisor is always ready to help you in every problem of Freshman life.

MARIAM COFFIN.

Rush Night

“Ditches, you darned old ditches,’’—perhaps the burden of that song (later to be
sung with so much feeling) evolved itself in the author’s brain on rush night—why not ?—
when the entire class fell at least five times into those slippery, muddy, rainy, old ditches.
The wonder of it is that we ever crawled out again in sufficient numbers to sing “you
darned”’ in the hereafter. We were mad, so we rushed well, once, shivering in the rain
as we waited on those athletic steps, we were nearly reduced to tears by Catharine’s
saying plaintively, ‘‘O Sue, if Miss Spence could only see us now!’’—but then we got mad
again and our spirit returned. So, when the command came (from our bedraggled Juniors)
to march, we were off through the rain and the blackness, safely and surely crossing a
perilous bridge, and bursting into the glare and light of Radnor with its mob of jeering
girls. What a noise we made! and what a racket they made! and the greater grew the
excitement, the harder we gripped each other, and yelled into the faces of our betters,
“But 1906 is the best by far.”’

Radnor, Merion, Denbigh, Pembroke—how did we ever get through them—our course
was the course of a comet, we thought (and said so later). All the slurs cast in our direction
by the eager Sophs, all the songs flung at us, all the too warm or too cool receptions were as
nothing to us. When lights were turned out and spooks and ghosts blocked the way, we
bolted undaunted through their midst; when innumerable ‘‘temporary chairmen’’ were
found seated in our path, we ignored them and strode on, failing to see that the joke was
on us; when, finally, maidens stood on either side with their hair down in front and false
faces on their backs, we simply forgot to look at them, we were absorbed in ourselves.
We were just one long segmented snaky embodiment of a song, we lived but to scream and
ever scream, ‘‘There’s nineteen five and three and four’’—

ETHEL STRATTON BULLOCK.

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The Senior Hereption

What one of us will ever forget the sensations she felt at our first introduction into
college society—the reception given to us by 1903? The very idea of being the guests of
honor at a formal reception thrilled us, and the ‘‘stunts”’ given for our benefit aroused our
wildest enthusiasm, that is, as wild as we dared make it, for we felt our responsibility to
the class’so very deeply that now, almost before we had a reputation, we were exceedingly
fearful of destroying it.

When I think of that momentous night I call up a series of vivid pictures—May Mon-
tagu and Helen Raymond dancing in the doorway of the Pembroke East sitting room,
Eunice Fowlansbee reciting in delightful French ‘Monsieur Adam;” or a group of Seniors
singing with great spirit their genial song ‘“‘Um-Ha-Ha.”’

We loved it all, but yet our enjoyment was by no means unalloyed. Sitting cross-
legged on the floor of the East Hall, we felt that the eyes of the 1904 and 1905 girls who
lined the steps were ‘bent on us with a criticizing gaze, that even our entertainers were
sizing us up. Were-we doing what we ought? And all through the evening we could not
suppress a doubt of our class song,—Would it go well? Were the words good?

The last question ‘we ‘were nearly able to answer ourselves. We had been in college
only three weeks-and were green enough to think that every question we had been putting
to ourselves was of the utmost importance; and yet we had lost enough of our greenness
to feel that our class song was perhaps not “‘just the thing.”” At length the time came for
the class songs, but 1904 was called on first. In an excess of respect we rose, only to be
told that it was ‘very bad form ‘to stand up for any class song but our own. There were

‘ agonized whispers of ‘‘How awful!’ ‘“They will never forget this!’ Most of us remained

standing, but some, whether from weakness in the knee-joints or a sense of propriety,
sank back to the floor. In the midst of this calamity «we ;were:called on for our song, and
how ashamed we felt! It was all very well to be proud of our class, but to flaunt our
superiority, or supposed superiority in the faces of our upperclassmen and entertainers

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was quite another thing. Eyes sought the floor, faces grew scarlet, as in weak, breathless,
and too high tones we quavered forth the words:

‘As the bright stars in the Heavens
See a comet soaring by,

As exceeding all in glory

It shoots grandly through the sky;
So this peaceful old college

Will look on our course afar,

And gaze in silent wonder

At Naughty-six Bryn Mawr,”

Now, from the standpoint of our senior year, we look back on our first attempt at a
class song with pity for the poor little Freshmen who were so overcome with wonder
at their own existence as to lose all sense of proportion, but we also feel an appreciative
sympathy for the enthusiasm which led us to adopt such a song, and which has through-
out our four years given loyal vigor to our class spirit.

Mary T. RICHARDSON,

 

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Sununit Grove

“Have ye awl got y’r passes?”’ drawls out Alfred through the little window, as the
door of the ’bus slams to and the sound of Taylor bell ringing one o’clock has died away.
(The trustful soul never asked to see our passes, he was too much of a gentleman.) As
soon as the ’bus gets fairly started there comes Adelaide running after us, tearing up the
gravel in her frantic efforts not to be left behind. Now, are weallin? Yes, fourteen Fresh-
men and Miss Gifford, bound for Summit Grove.

Well, and what is it when we get there? We see first a gaunt, homely structure with
a long, long porch where we could do a period of exercise on rainy days; and wide steps in
the front, where we always sat in the sun when lunch was over; and a broad, flat roof, with
windows opening out on it, where the children of Summit Grove used to love to sit and
study, and sing, ‘‘I have a little rooster, my rooster loves me,” until one day—very sud-
denly—they ceased to care for the roof.

And if we go inside the house, there is the dining room on the right, where the chil-
dren sang so much that the sound made large cracks in the ceiling, and where Witty stood
and kept guard lest they should have too much to eat. And on the left is the Warden's
Office, where the Freshmen went—very green and timid—to their Advisory Appointments,
and—very glad and hungry—to tea on Tuesday afternoons. And beyond that is the par-
lor, where they jumped hard on the daisy sofa to make it wear out quickly.

It was in the parlor that ‘“The Proposal under Difficulties” took place. It went off
very smoothly, too, thanks to Grace Wade’s happy thought of pinning her most trouble-
some lines to the inside of a screen. What prompted this attempt on our part was our
love for the Sophomores, and it could only have been the Sophomores’ love for us that
kept them so still and so kind and so polite while they were being given a play that they
had acted themselves the year before.

Another event of histrionic importance took place in this parlor. And oh! ye young
things of Summit Grove! if future Success ever throws the mantle of pride over your
shoulders; if Fame ever crowns your heads with laurels; if your ears ever become deafened
by the applause of this world, and you feel yourselves unduly inflated with the glory of
your several careers,—recall but for a moment, recall! Isay, the memory of what is known
to you and to you alone, as ‘“The Bat and the Bus-horse.”’ Bring back to your imagination
the scene of all-powerful Odin pealing forth the strains of ‘‘Benore! oh Benore!’ See
again the red gleams of Ragnorok lighting up the pale faces of the Rhine maidens as they
lightly trilled: ‘‘Was there Minny at the ball? There was, Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!’ Fix once

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more before you the gaunt and angular form of her who was labelled ‘Sibyl,’ as with graph-
ic gestures she impersonated certain well-beloved’ members of the Faculty. Finally, let
the quiet patience and noble self-command preserved throughout by each member of the
audience, be a lesson which you can never forget.

But now we must go outside, for after all the best part of Summit Grove is the yard
and the grass where in the warm spring days the violets were so thick there was scarcely
room for the dandelions, and every tree had an “‘engaged”’ sign pinned to it. And it is over
there to the right that there suddenly appeared one day, about the eighth of May,a large
dogwood tree in full bloom. It had come along with the rest of the good fortune that
attended our presentation of the “‘Comedy of Errors.’’ And on that same day, people came
from far off to “‘ye Summit Greene’’; and they sat and watched the noble mien and stately
bearing of the Duke Solinus, as he condemned the poor old man to die before the sun should
go down behind the dogwood tree; and they watched the crowd in the streets of Ephesus
swelled before their eyes by those who quickly ran out one door and sauntered in another;
and above all they wonderingly watched the brothers Dromio; for those long-legged twins,
skipping about with their sly, smirking smiles and high-pitched voices, resembled each
other to the point of identity. And when it was all over the guests went away, leaving
two hundred dollars for the Students’ Building, and a ride to the Zoo for the Summit
Grove children. : é

It is time for the 7.15 bus. We must leave Summit Grove now, for there is a lecture
in the chapel tonight, and those we always attend. It is a moonlight night; two can ride
outside, and we can sing as we go along. (All right, Alfred.)

The Winter is over, we’re waiting for Spring;
Oh list to the children of Summit Grove sing!
We'll always remember, when College is done,
Our Summit Grove friendships and frolics and fun,
Sing Tyrili irili irili O!
Res As backwards and forwards so gaily we go;
The ’bus it may rattle, the bus it may stick,
rf We’re Summit Grove Sports and we don’t care a lick!
Gos PHOEBE SINCLAIR CROSBY.

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Crelanny of the “Wells”

1905 to 1906

In the memorable month of October, 1902, the class of 1906 saw its first bit of college
theatricals in the play given us and presented so creditably by our time-honored Sopho-
mores. Though very green and thrilled by the prospect of foot-lights, we had still enough
equilibrium to know a good time when we saw it, and that night we felt that we had seenit.
1905 is to be congratulated most heartily on its histrionic abilities displayed for our
benefit.

The heroine, Alice Eleanor Mason, though suffering from a very unmanageable hoop-
skirt, looked the part of an ideal lady-love, and deserved all the attention which she
received from her class-mate Frederica Le Fevre, the devoted lover. It may well be said
that quite a stir was caused even among the audience by the good-looking Sir Arthur,
whose attentions to Rose Trelawny were so marked.

Probably the most creditable and highly amusing bit of acting was done by Anne
Greene, favored with the munificent name of Vice Chancellor Sir William Gower. Her
facial expressions alone would have entertained the gymnasium at large, not to mention
her real acting. Others, however, were there to amuse—Helen Garrett with her kaleido-
scopic changes of countenance; Helen Kempton, with those dreadful plaid trousers and
“always-to-the-front”’ air about her; and finally Caroline Morrow,with the stove-pipe hat
and inimitable swagger. These alone might have carried through the play: Florence
Craig, in her old-fashioned gown and curls, was a delightful picture to watch. The minor
positions were fairly well taken, though none stand. out prominently above the others.

We left the gymnasium that night with the idea firmly rooted in our minds that to
equal this exhibition was to be our first and important task in the line of dramatics. It
remains tobe seen whether we lived up to our intentions.

The next evening we became a little closer acquainted with the famed actresses, in
fact, were given the chance to be thrilled to death at dancing with several of them. Our
own costumes, so gorgeous when viewed in the privacy of our apartments, looked meagre
and dingy beside those of our dressy hostesses. However, we managed to thrust jealousy
aside ever and anon, and enjoy ourselves to the full extent.

May the Class of 1906 extend its thanks and congratulations even in this late day to
the Class of 1905 for giving us in the beginning of our Freshman career two delightful

evenings to look back upon.

Dorotuy CoNGDON.
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Lantern Night

Lantern Night really began early in the afternoon, when we, as impatient Freshmen,
took the first opportunity of hastening to Denbigh, and securing our beautiful new caps and
gowns, possessions which we had coveted for one whole weary month. ‘Trustful and easy
in mind, because of the official decree that hazing of any sort would not be tolerated by the
authorities, we did not even trouble to hide our new splendor away, but sat and gazed at
it all afternoon in rapt expectation.

At eight in the evening we put it on for the very first time, and formed a semi-circle
; in front of Denbigh, waiting for the Sophomores to come to us. There are few occasions
hy in the College year more beautiful and more interesting than this same Lantern Night.
i Long before we saw 1905, we heard them in the distance, singing the Greek hymn to which
not one of us will ever grow tired of listening.

Then we caught glints of blue through the bushes, the blue of 1906, and we realized
that this was the blue of our lanterns. It took sometime before 1905 reached us: Pallas
Athena admits of only the slowest and stateliest of marches. Finally they came and gave
us our lanterns, which it was to be our duty to keep lighted all through the long evening,
and to keep lighted in spirit throughout the four years of our College life, and, indeed,
ever afterwards. We all felt very strange as we took our lanterns, in the midst of the
quiet of the night, and then broke the silence with our own Lantern Song,

 

 

“We'll follow thee, if near or far,
So hail, thou lantern of Bryn Mawr.”

Then, as was fitting, we marched two by two through the halls, conseerating ourselves, as
it were, to their service, the halls which had been standing long before we came to Bryn
Mawr, and will stand long after we leave it, but which for four years belong to us and form
a part of our life.

Finally, under Pembroke Arch, we cheered for other classes that had carried their
lanterns on such nights as this, and listened to other lantern songs, all animated with the
same spirit as our own.

The next morning we wore our caps and gowns to Chapel and sang our College
Hymn, and then, at last, we became a real part of the College, as much a part of Bryn
Mawr as the Seniors and Juniors and Sophomores before us.

HELEN Moss LOWENGRUND.
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Che Freshman Play

Though President Thomas quite forgot to mention the plot when she diseussed the
Freshman play in Chapel, yet we the authors must always look upon it as one of the most
memorable achievements of our lives. ‘Talk of the poet’s fine phrensy, it was nothing to
the emotion that stirred our souls as we walked to and from the Pike composing lyrics.
And the pride that filled us when we heard of the play’s acceptance will never be aroused
by any future laurels of our literary careers. But enough of the authors, we will leave
them to posterity.

Perhaps the most valuable effect of the rehearsals was to reveal Ninteen Six’s latent
histrionic ability. Who will ever forget the verve with which Sue exclaimed ‘Hack it
out!’ Or Grace Wade’s masterly declamation of a Freshman theme! Ruth Archbald,
as the gracious Prince Henry, undaunted by innumerable ditches, burst magnificently
upon a dramatic career which she afterwards pursued with ever-increasing glory. The
ingenious plot—which the President forgot to mention—was constructed with the
one aim and purpose and forethought of giving rise to a series of the most fairy-like dances,
executed by Nineteen Six with energy at least. Was this the germ of future Gilbert danc-
ing? Class-mates, can we claim this honor? ‘The heroines, when we have said this
we have said enough; although Ethel’s voice was reduced to a feeble creak and Jessie had
a painful partiality for ‘‘Mr. Dooley.’’ :

Yet all was not merry dance and song,—not to mention the plot. Some of our troubles
came in the preparation; when, for instance, the moon obstinately refused to shine through
Pembroke Arch and was only conquered, after a protracted struggle, by Adeline’s artistic
genius. Lectures, meals, sleep, had to be entirely discounted in the mad whirl of rehear-
sals. Alas and alas, the cut habit then engendered has not been entirely destroyed in
some of our noble band. Even the powers-that-be added to the burden; it was a stern
warden who stopped a generous young heart as she rushed from the dining-room conceal-
ing (?) in her Peter Thompson, a large slice of pumpkin-pie for the famished stage manager ;
we repeat, it was a stern warden who commanded ‘‘Miss Cruice, return that pie or pay a
dollar,” (N, B. I went hungry, A. W.N.) The night of the play—of which Miss Thomas
forgot to mention the plot—tuckily all went well, except for the trifling incident of the
back row disappearing precipitately in the last act.

But when troubles and fun alike were over, we felt a pang of real regret when we
thought that the Freshman Play was a thing of the past. Little did we realize how irre-
vocably it was gone. Luckily for them the classes that came after can never understand
the value of that first work and play together, which inspires the loyal class spirit and
which makes the Freshman Play one of the happiest memories of our college life.

ADELAIDE W. NEALL,
LouIsE N. CRUICE.
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Banier Presentation

1904 to 1908

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THE TWELVE THOUGHTLESS THINKERS

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A. BORING

ARKITECTS

M. CHRISTIE
G. WINTERBOTHAM

S. PALMER
M. Ross

L,. CLARK

J. HEMPHILL

M. ALBEE

This little ark-shaped program, delightfully reminiscent of a childhood toy but
recently laid aside, gave hardly an intimation of the varied pleasures in store for us.
Varied the pleasures truly were, for the scope of that merry entertainment was most com-

prehensive.

Wide-eyed in infant amazement we beheld wonderful animals whose strange

antics and melodious, though somewhat muffled, carols kept us in a state of happy anticipa-
tion of what next would come forth from that productive ark. Amid the marvels of
crowing elephants and turtle-doves that barked, came the timely warning of the ante-
diluvian bear that we must never cut our lectures, the heart-rending lament of the poor

donkey, that

‘‘He has to walk to Horace
For they don’t allow a trot,”

and allusions to the many diversions of college life—

‘The Sophomore play, the dance next day,

And Duse not half bad.”

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Best of all, to us who were developing more and more a heart-felt admiration for the versa-
tile Junior Class, was the gratifying information that the acme of Bryn Mawr’s blessings
was attained with the coming of ‘‘the meritorious, all victorious class of 1906." In our
none too modest rush song at the very opening of our college career, we had confidently
announced that fact, but we were not aware until this night that the rest of the college
were quite ready to admit it. But now such admission came unsolicited from these won-
derful Juniors! Praise from them, we proudly felt, was praise indeed,

When later we heard how great had been the struggles of hard-working 1904 to pro-
cure from a more and more amazed Wanamaker clerk some cloth ‘‘the color of a horse,
please,” green lining ‘‘that will look just like a frog,” and, above all, ‘‘gray flannel to make
a donkey’’—then did we feel even more than before an undying gratitude for all this care
and anxiety, resulting in the wonderful array of jovial beasts who roared the short but
reassuring refrain—

‘We love you, 1906.”’

Finally, more precious than all the rest, from that fertile ark there came, drawn forth
by two white doves, our new 1906 banner, which since then has stood to us as the visible
symbol of our unified class life, representing as it were, the sum of what our lanterns mean
to us individually. This banner was accompanied by a shower of its tiny counterparts,
which now, needless to say, occupy honored places in all the 1906 memory books; with it,
too, came the song which we so loved to hear sung in those last spring evenings of 1904’s
college life, and which we are proud to carry on and present to our Freshmen for the next
dark blue class—

“Oh Freshmen, stand by your Juniors’ side
And your Juniors will stand by you;
Tho’ some may scoff and some deride,
Remember that we'll be true.
Of a different shade are our banners made
But they’re both of the same old blue;
So Freshmen stand by your Juniors’ side
And your Juniors will stand by you.” *
HELEN ESTABROOK SANDISON.

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Che Great Catastrophe

Given to our Galf-Breeds

“Gud marnin’ Missus Hennissy, and wuz ye to the show last night?”

“Naw! phwat show Mrs Dooly?”

“Oh, land sakes, the best show Oi ever seed—Faith, and it was better then any church
parlor performance Oi ever wuz at» Oi wuz that excited all the toime, as if oi’d been ’goin
to me own weddin’.”’

“Ye don’t say so, Mrs. Dooly.”

“Indade Oi do, Missus Hennessy. Oh Lor’ if Oi only had a tongue on me like me dear
Pat, you’d be hopping ‘round me like a toad on hearin’ of all the excoitement. But the
poor man wasn’t allowed to go, so you'll never be able to hear of the shtyle, and the illi-
gance and the thrills of the show.’’

‘‘And phwat was the matter with Pat that he couldn’t go?” asked Missus Hennissy.

“Faith, nothin’ the matter with him, me frind. "T'was giv’n by a ladies Seminary!”

“Oi niver heard till of the loike. And don’t they allow the girls in a ladies cemetery?”
queried Mrs. Hennessy.

“No shtoopid woman. Pat couldn’t be after going because some of the young ladies
wore gentlemen’s clothes!”’

“To be sure,’’ said Mrs. Hennessy; ‘‘But won’t ye be after tellin’ me about the show,
Oi’m real anxious to hear,”’

“Well Missus Hennessy, Oi will. Oi’ll do me best by the young ladies, for they wuz
regular out and outers; well, I took me young Minnie and Sally with me, and youse should
have seen them kids, they looked like a couple of young frogs, their eyes were popping
out of their heads so!”

“Ah, Missus Dooley, thim darlint children look like frogs? Niver!’’

“Yes, Oi do say it, though Oi am their own mother, bless their darlin’ little hearts!
Well, whin the curtain went up, Mrs. Hennessy, there wuz a lovely young lady in the richest
gown you'd ever seed, and she wuz jumping ’round with joy ‘cause she wuz going to see
her lover ‘‘Jack,”’ as she wuz so sweetly callin’ him. She wuz a right smart girl, too, I tell
you. She put an old lady out of the house, and as quick as a wink her dear friend Jack
wuz to see her. ‘‘Ah, Mrs. Hennesy, it reminded me of me own courtin’ days, to see thim
two together. The young fellow wuz as handsome as %

‘Seems to me, Mrs. Dooly, there’s nothing doin’ at this play at all—Nothing
but a love-sick couple—that sort of thing don’t suit me.”’

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“Ah, wait a bit, Missus Hennessy, you’se in a hurry —There wuz somethin’ more than
thim, I can till ye. There wuz ghosts, and fits, and faintin’s, and there wuz more love
makin’ |’’

‘‘Faintings and fits did ye say? Now do tell—How did the children take on, Mrs.
Dooley?”

“Will, Oi must say, it kind of scared um—They were shiverin’ like young rats when
they got into bed, they’re a narvous pair, take after their pa—But Oi must be after tellin’
you about them young ladies in the play. There was one of them dressed up as.an Irish
butlerman. He wuz a sight—-Oi wuz wonderin’ what the young lady really looked like—
for the man had a nose on him that stuck right up in the air—and bright red hair on him.
Faith, he wuz homely! He wuz always being scared by a young Miss noimed Tilly, and she
wuz always playing jokes on him. He thought he killed.a man, and it wuz only a cat,
and she got a ghost to come in, and scared him silly. Say, it wuz great! ‘Twas him that
had the fit, too, Missus Hennessy. Oh, he did it illegant!’’

‘‘Well, Missus Dooley, it do sound roight foine. And who did the faintin’?”’

“Shure, ‘twas the young hero herself. She thought her lover had gone back on her.
Faith, me old heart bled for the darlint. Thin there wuz another man named Ben, who
wuz sweet on Tilly—She wuz right sassy, and made him step round lively all right—La,
it made me laugh. She wuz as pert and pretty as could be, and knew how to manage
him.”’

“Vou don’t say so, Missus Dooley, kind of a flirt, O1 should say,’
“In the end it wuz foine, Missus Hennessy—There wuz 3 couples. Ben and Tilly,

the young lady and her gent. And the old lady and the father, all so lovin’ and happy.
And the red-headed Irishman had money to go back to his sweetheart in Ireland.’’

‘Oh, Missus Dooley, it sounds grand—-Phwat wuz the name?’

‘Ah, now that’s too bad, I’ve forgit it. Somethin’ about a cat, I think.’’

‘Wuz it for charity, Missus Dooley?’

“Oi think it wuz—it wuz given for some poor little Half-Breeds.’’

‘How sweet of the young ladies.”’

‘‘Wa'nt it though, and so illigantly and shtylishly done.”

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Winning the Gym Contest

‘Way back in the early ages of our civilization, almost before we had entirely ceased
to be prehistoric—that is, so far as Bryn Mawr was concerned—to be specific, when we
were Freshmen, there was a Sunny Gym for us. Really Iam not joking, gym-time was
‘“‘moontime, noontime, fun-time,’’ to us once. I know it seems hard to believe now, but
I have pretty good authority for it, since when it got abroad that I was about to part with
my treasured impressions of our gym contest to the public, several well-known members
of 1906, notably original third divisioners, who had reached promotion when the third
division ceased to exist, came to me and with tears in their eyes entreated me to spare
no painsin prodding deeply the secret nooks of my memory for the microscopic grains of that
now rare stuff called Joy-in-Gym we once possessed. They wanted to be able to have it
vividly recalled to them that such a time had ever actually existed. As Freshmen, we were
a most exuberant class, and our great enthusiasm had to have an outlet somewhere. So
gym, where we abandoned ourselves and bodies to the tender mercies of Dr.Smith, seemed
to be a fitting place. Under her fostering care and Miss Bessie Bell’s, we marched and
counter-marched, with strict, soldier-like precision, did dumb-bell and free-hand drills
with flawless accuracy. Gym was a lovely place! We looked forward to each drill with
great expectations, for here only was true joy in living, fit ground for the display of our
great talents. All the year, egged on by the sense of emulation a coming contest brings,
we scanned Dr. Smith’s face for words of command, divined them almost before they were
said, and presto, they were executed. Then would come warm words of praise and com-
mendation, and we would go away from the drill, feeling yards higher in the air; the sun
seemed to shine brighter, the campus to look more beautiful, and life itself to have a
sweetness never before so keenly felt. And so the days flew by on the wings of the angel
Gym. At last came the eventful day of the contest itself. We were in a great flutter of
excitement, Most of us had hardly slept all night with thinking of it. What if we should
lose, after all our faithful training of the year, after all our enthusiasm! We dared not reflect
too deeply on such an event. And then 1903 had had three more years of gym work than
we! It was clearly folly to hope. But 1906 was determined not to let others see them
faint-hearted, so they marched, with spirits low, carefully concealed under their dark
blue blouses, and heads high. ‘‘Veni, vidi .’ Anxiously we awaited commands,

 

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nonchalant attitude in the gallery. Most of us could never tell afterwards how we made
our arms and legs go through the exercises. But we had builded better than we knew.
The interested, enthusiastic training of the year had made us automatons, the presence of
the mind was hardly necessary, At last, the drill was over. 1903 had already contended—
a dreadful, torturing few years while the judges compared notes, then “VICI” rang and
re-rang in all our ears before we finally realized what it meant. The subsequent contests
with the other divisions of 1903 and then the great final ones with 1905 seemed no longer
terrible ordeals, now that we had once tasted of sweet victory. And so we had come, had
seen and had conquered all the world in our championship at gym. What was there left
to us that we could not do! But alack—parallel bars, Indian clubs and—VAULTS OVER
THE LENGTH OF THE LONG HORSE!! were still creatures of Miss Garlock’s prolific

brain.
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Choosing the Class Animal

With spring-time came one of the last Freshman problems, the question of the class
animal and of the class seal. Finally a committee was chosen; that is, the class of 1906
again found opportunity of watching other people work, a sight they peculiarly appreciate,

books which they boasted contained that rare article, registration cards pure of initials.
Their sufferings were great; one unfortunate was haunted in dreams by a queer creature
called a “‘Gules-Rampant,” while another found herself murmuring in place of Chaucer’s
Metre Scheme—‘A bull dog, azure, turgescent on a field vert,”’

Finally they felt prepared to report and a class meeting was called. I remember it
vividly still; it was among the most exciting I ever attended, for it was the scene of one of
our time-honored scraps. Ethel de Koven, as Chairman, read out the list of animals
from which we were to choose. Noah, entering the ark, could not have headed a more
motley collection. There was a lion, a tiger, a gryphon, a bull, a bull-dog, and heaven
knows what else, each with an appropriate motto. Instantly, the wildest confusion arose.
Jessie Thomas,—on the principle of like to like, no doubt—pleaded unceasingly for the bull-
dog, while Smithy’s affections were centered on the bull; why, no one could guess, as it
only connoted Durham Plug Tobacco to our minds. Ever and anon Gladys Chandler
would put in a timid word for the lion, king of beasts, only to be drowned out by Smithy
calling for “A fair field and no favor”; Mary’s gavel pounded unceasingly, with little effect
until our lung power and our legs gave out simultaneously. F inally we sat quiet, despair
on every face, lightened only by malignant glances at the committee, who were of singularly
retiring natures that afternoon. | Then suddenly Ethel Bullock arose, her eyes shining
with inspiration; we leaned forward eagerly to hear her cry in ringing tones, ‘‘ Why
don’t we have a stork?” And, in the riotous laughter that followed, we could hear Alice
Lauterbach attempting desperately to enlighten the mystified Ethel. At last some one—
or was it among the committee’s collection of pleasant beasts?—suggested the crab and its
motto, and after some fierce altercation it was elected to rule over the destiny of Nineteen-
Six. Unable to have the chair appoint any more committees, we adjourned, to scrap all
the way home on the merits of the crab.

LouisE NETTERVILLE CRUICE.

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Menu

Hors d’ Oeuvres
Orchestre 4 la Sousa,
Entrée.
Du Duc Anglais.
Poisson.
Ecrevisse 4 la Musique.
Roti
Ballet aux Petits Pieds,
Entrée
Des Anarchistes, Sauce Diable.
Glacé
Créme de la Créme a 1’Espagne.
Salade.
Aux Choux-fleurs.
Entrée.
De Pierre et Pierrot.
Créme Glacé.
Chanson a la Pendule.
Bonbons.
Duel de Deux Drdles.
Café.
Grand Finale.

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Café des Frais-Hommes.
Le 25 iéme Avril 1903.

A week before we transferred the Latin Quarter of Paris, France, to the Gymnasium,
Bryn Mawr, the College was plastered with placards, whereon was set forth in bold blue
letters that the Café des Frais-Hommes would be open on April twenty-fifth at eight
o’clock. The fateful night arrived and 1904 was ushered into the gym. Small tables
covered with the traditional white cloth were set around, obsequious waiters in their
white aprons and short jackets hurried about serving cold drinkables from champagne
bottles (alas! for romance, it was only lemonade), ice cream and cake circulated in large

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quantities, and to add to the general gaiety of the scene, a few loudly dressed Parisians
were already seated at some of the tables, talking, laughing, and gesticulating in the
inimitable French way.

Then the Menu began! First, of course, Hors d’oeuvres ‘‘Orchestre & la Sousa.”
Next an Entrée. A stately young man came in, dressed in the very latest fashion. It
was whispered about that he was an English duke! The course following ‘‘Ecrevisse a la
Musique,’’ was a delicate tribute to our distinguished guests; a life-like and beautiful red
crab escorted a plump, brown beaver to a seat of honor and then, contrary to the usual
customs of crabs, lifted up its voice and sang a highly eulogistic ditty to the fat little animal.
The R6éti, now, was something really substantial. Eight entirely fascinating young per-
sons tripped a most dainty and graceful ballet. This was about to be applauded with
much enthusiasm, when a horrible commotion occurred, Two nefarious individuals had
placed a bomb! under the Duke’s chair. Fortunately the fuse was still sputtering and a
trusty waiter stamped it out. After this exciting interlude, attention was again centered
on the Menu. What could ‘‘créme de la creme 4 1’Espagne” be? But there was not long
to wait. A bewitching Spanish girl charmed us all with her graceful national dance.
The audience had scarcely finished applauding when softly the back door opened, and the
very incarnation of spring came in, singing a simple little song, and throwing bunches of
pansies from her over-laden basket to the Juniors. After this incursion into sentiment,
the audience was all the more ready for a little fun. ‘‘Pierre and Pierrot,’’ two white-clad
clowns, got off a number of time-honored jests, Next, a little French chorus girl sang a
song about an ill-brought-up clock ‘“‘who had an inclination to be fast.’’ All this time our
English Duke had been casting sheep’s eyes at a pretty little Frenchwoman seated with her
escort at a table near him. Just at this point he mustered up enough courage to walk
over and address her. Madame was pleased, but not so Monsieur. A violent quarrel was
the result. Somehow or other, Monsieur and the Duke were pacified, and sat down at the
table with smiling Madame between them.

Last of all, the grand finale, when all joined in a chorus of praise and love for 1904.

Lights out in the café, the opening and the closing are both over, and the gym is again
the prosaic old place we all know it to be. Goodbye to old Paris, and goodbye, alas! to
our Juniors who left us two years ago, but never goodbye to our loving memories of them
and of their kindness to their Freshmen, for which the ‘‘Café des Frais-Hommes’’ was all
too slight a return.

ETHEL LE Roy DE KovEN.

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Freshman Class Supper

A good many class suppers have come and gone since that one, but when I think of
‘class supper’’ it calls up the picture of the class of nineteen-six in all its gayest plumage
as we marched into the dining room singing our dainty little rush song. The class of 1906
yes, but.as Mr. Broadbent told our illustrious president, ‘four years of concentration will
tell;” and it will be a sadder and a wiser class that meets this year; economizing in our
length of table, too. The festivities opened with strawberries and a short speech by Miss
Neall, the toast mistress, all listening eagerly for their own suggestions so pitifully request-
ed. Her speech, however, was original, very. In the pause after the applause, while we
more unfortunate ones were clutching at scribbly little pieces of paper, and trying not
to look nervous, Miss Neall rose again and told us we were to have a toast on men, All
eyes naturally were turned upon Kitty—from the West. To our great enlightenment
she talked on “Man as a Necessary Evil.’ Man hater? Kitty?’ No, indeed! She only
‘prefers not to have them around.’’’ Next Prince Henry, née Ruth Archebald, told us about
our Freshman Play. It was a splendid appreciation. I wish we had it now for the 1905
Class Book. The other speakers of the evening were Miss de Koven—I think Elsie remem-
bers that speech better than I do; Miss Richardson—I think we had the pleasure of two
from her, one on hockey and one to our class. I refrain from quotations lest she should
be planning to use them again this spring—perhaps at the Dean’s luncheon. They were
quite worth it.

Just as the atmosphere began to be too frivolous, Miss Harrington told us why she
came to college. Her toast was, I think, ‘‘My Success In Society.”’ It needed Miss Ford’s
and Miss Neall’s ‘‘Milliken Dance’’ to bring smiles back to our chubby countenances.
This is all that I can glean of ancient history. I have searched the college, asking for
information of the glorious clan itself, not of the on lookers—for “‘scarcely a man is yet
alive who remembers that famous day and year.’’ This invariably has been my answer:
‘Why yes, that was the night I wore my green with yellow spots and sat by Callie; toasts?

oh yes, so there were—good-bye.”
MARION HOUGHTON.

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1905
HAVEMEYER (Capt.).
MARSHALL
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November 13—Won by 1906——-score 3-2.
November 15—Won by 1905——score 5-0.
November 19—Won by 1905—score 4-0.

1905

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May 4—Won by 1905—score 2-5.
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FORWARDS.
MARSHALL KEMPTON RAYMOND (Capt.) |
Day (Richardson) LOMBARDI
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FuLL-Backs,
HARRINGTON PETERS H. Smita, Goal

November 6—Won by Bryn Mawr—score 2-0,
November 8—Won by Merion—score o~2.
November r1—Won by Bryn Mawr—score 3-0.

Harsity Basketball

FORWARDS,
HOUGHTON MARSHALL DENISON

CENTRES.
M. WHITE RAYMOND KEMPTON

GUARDS,
CRISSWELL Mason LANGE (Capt.)

Varsity vs, Alumnae.

June 3—Won by Varsity—score 9-4,

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Calendar of Freshman Year

September 30, First Class Meeting.
September 31, College opened.
September 31, Class Rush.
October 2, President Thomas’ Reception.
Ocotber 3, Christian Union Reception.
October 17, Senior Reception.
October 24, ‘“The Loan of a Lyre.”
October 31, Trelawny of the ‘‘Wells.”’
November 1, Sophomore Dance.
November 4, Lantern Night.
November 6, 8, 11, Varsity Hockey Games.
November 13-25, Class Hockey Games.
November 14, Freshman Play, ‘“The Strenuous Life.”
November 15, Freshman Dance to 1905.

- December 12, “‘Everyman.”’
December 13, Banner Presentation.
January 16, College Reception.
January 23, Founder’s Lecture.
January 29-February 10, Mid-Year’s.
February 13, ‘The Mad Tea-Party”’ and ‘‘His Lordship, the Burglar.”
March 12, Record Marking.
March 14, ‘The Great Catastrophe.”
April 21, ‘Cafe des Frais-Hommes”’ to 1904.
May 1-May 7, Basketball.
May 1, Second College Reception.
May 2, “‘The Belle’s Stratagem.”’
May 8, ‘‘The Comedy of Errors.”’
May 8, Junior-Senior Supper—‘‘Gareth and Lynette.”
May 18, Freshman Class Supper.
May 20-June 3, Finals.
May 29, Meeting of Sub-Freshmen.
June 4, Commencement,

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President—Mary TUCKERMAN RICHARDSON.
Vice-President and Treasurer—Puyornr SINCLAIR CRospy:
Secretary—Evtnet, Stratton BULLOCK, ;

Offices Geld by the Class

Christian Unton—CatTHARINE L. ANDERSON.
Students’ Association for Self-Government—A dvisory Board:
HELEN PRESTON HAvuGHWout. Susan ADAMS DELANO.

Undergraduate Association—Assistant Treasurer, C. EvIzaperu HARRINGTON,
Athletic A ssociation—Vice-President and Treasurer, Jesstz G. Hewrrr.

Glee Club—Business M anager, Lucta O, Forp.

Fortnightly Philistine—Editor, ADELAIDE W. N EALL,.

Basket-Ball Team—Captain, Jessie G. Hewrrr.

Hockey Team—Captain, Mary T. RIcHARDSON,

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HOUGH the Class of 1906 as one man rushed back to college early
Sophomore year in order to be ready to give 1907 its due reception, and
even though we did have two or three days of unalloyed bliss of having
the sidewalk deferentially yielded as we passed on our way, yet the full
realization of our really, truly superior Sophomore privileges did not come
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‘Hi! Hi! here come the freshest mushrooms.
Bryn Mawr. has ever seen,”’

and our men from Cooks’ piloted the shrieking, singing mass of Freshmen from. hall
to hall. Our joy knew no bounds as Smithy and Cruice and others in stentorian tones
bellowed directions through large megaphones. And our shouts of mirth and condescending
welcome drowned out the cheers of 1905 hovering near. We had posted large placards
in conspicuous places in all the halls bearing such sentiments as ‘‘green grow the Rushes
O” and ‘‘Come early and avoid the Rush’ which we were sure would wither the Freshmen
with their delicate sarcasm.

About eight o’clock in the evening 1907 formed down on the Athletic.Field and then
marched through the Halls singing ‘‘1907, brave and strong” to the tune of what I thought
was ‘‘Marching Through Georgia,’’ but afterward learned was ‘‘Excelsior,’’ At any rate it
made a great racket which was as but a piping when we broke into “Hi, Hi,” or “Freshman,
Oh, Oh, Oh, Freshman!” with true Sophomore enthusiasm. That evening, though a bit
noisy, was one full of good cheer for us, though for others, we learned afterward, one of
grim and dreadful anger; and we showed our feelings in our faces as we finally met under
Pembroke Arch and welcomed 1907 in somewhat more dignified and ‘‘ladylike’”’ fashion.

ESTHER WHITE.

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timable possession of the symbol, so lovely in itself.

Presentation of the Danterns

1906 to 1907

The old saying that it is better to give than to receive we put to the test on the bleak
November night when we presented the class of 1907 with their lanterns. Something of
that first thrill which we can still recall so vividly from Freshman year, we found now
was gone, and we missed, too, naturally enough, that peculiarly happy sense of personal
ownership which has its influence in making our own dark blue lanterns dear beyond any of
the other emblems of our college life. And yet, with this, our second lantern night, there
came to us a realization of the serious meaning of the form through which we were going,
which went far to compensate for the loss of the more blind and wondering emotion of the
year before. Such realization had come naturally, not only as a result of our greater
experience in college—of which we were more than duly conscious in those early days

of Sophomore dignity—but largely, too, because we had come into the beautiful spirit of

our ‘‘Pallas Athene’’ Hymn, which in Freshman year had been to us, like the whole cere-
mony, only a kind of strange and lovely dream. In keeping, moreover, with the traditional
fondness each class feels for the lanterns it gives away, our class, too, had real pleasure
and pride in those little green lanterns with the ivy leaf design, suggestive of one of Bryn
Mawr’s greatest beauties. Thus it was that we found this second lantern night, in its own
peculiar way, no less good and beautiful a thing than our first.

About the lantern night of our Freshman year there still lingered a tradition of the
old “‘cap and gown’’ night—a night of class struggle and confusion, not at all consonant,
we feel now, with the quiet impressiveness of the lantern presentation. Very fortunately
for us, the tradition was but faintly echoed in our first year, and by our Sophomore lantern
night, so moved were we all by the real meaning and beauty of the thing we were doing,
that not one of us was even conscious of the loss of the early custom. We can well be
thankful that we were the first class fully to escape even the remembrance of a spirit of
class rivalry, which must have marred the beautiful ceremony of lantern night, and that
we were enabled to preserve for 1907, and so for classes to come, the dignity of the conse-
cration of the lanterns, To the many outsiders, attracted in large part by the beauty of
the scene, the dark campus with the long low buildings looming black, the circle of
Freshmen standing motionless, with their white dresses showing faintly, ghost-like, and
the gleams of the lanterns gradually coming nearer, swung gently in time to the chant
of the Greek chorus—to them the lantern ceremony may seem merely a pretty formality;
but to us, who have in two successive years taken part in it, there has come a recognition
of the real meaning that underlies the symbolism, as well as an appreciation of the ines-

HELEN EsTABROOK SANDISON.
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Horemord

Stage-managers to come! Be not deluded with the vain notion that a system of
fines is at all efficacious in fanning the fires of histrionic genius. Even the greed for gold
has no effect in alluring the talented ones to rehearse the scenes destined to set them on
a pinnacle of glory.

At least so it was with 1906 in the weeks preceding the final performance of “D’Arcy
of the Guards.” If any, sufficiently, persuaded of their potential genius, now and then
attended a rehearsal, their confidence soon met its ‘Waterloo before the scorching blast of
the torrent of invective hurled forth by Mr. King. .

. We fear that Miss Thomas’ pleasure in witnessing our masterpiece was a bit alloyed
by the dread that either the cost of the.costumes, despite her injunctions to the contrary,
would exceed ten cents per head, or else that the exploding .of the deadly firearm in the
third act would endanger the lives of the actors. We are humbly grateful to record, how-
ever, that no casualty resulted from the bursting of the paper bag, inflated for twenty
minutes previous behind the scenes, by the anxious efforts of Miss McAnulty.

At a critical point in an affecting scene, Major D’Arcy thrust his hand into his
trousers’ pocket, purposing to produce therefrom the key of the chamber in which was
secreted Captain Henry Townshend. He was a trifle mystified when his eager fingers
closed on-—-nothing. Later in the evening, feeling a slight obstruction in his boot
(said boot being good and roomy) he gleaned that the above key was below.

The Punch! was also a tasty feature of the occasion. It was warm, and red, and
weak; and the gallant company who gathered round the table to imbibe, were like-
wise warm, and red, and weak. Their long cadaverous pipes shortened, as bit by bit the
stems broke off and were dashed to the floor.. ‘Towards the close of the scene, the effect of
Captain Farquhar’s appealing strains, in the song of ‘‘Sally in Our Alley,’ was intensified
by the baso profundo rumbling of the chorus. (That baso was an alto never heard on
land or sea.)

The points we have touched upon do not perhaps adequately portray the full
extent of our triumph, but we offer them in the hope that they will at least serve to keep
alive the memory of the Sophomore Play of the Class of 1906.

(P. $.—1907 was there, too.)
PHOEBE §. CRosBy,

ANNA E. MacCLANAHAN.

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A Plea for an Anrient Institution

Whereas, it has pleased the fates and the faculty to abolish the semi-annual receptions,
so dear to the hearts of all of us, we, the class of 1906, humbly petition the aforesaid fates
and faculty to return to ancient tradition, and to restore to us this best beloved of our rights
and privileges. In reason thereof, we urge the following:

I. The receptions provided the whole college with instruction. Often have we seen the
students, singly or in groups, engaged in earnest conversation with their professors, drink-
ing in eagerly the wisdom of the ages, while other students stood anxiously near, awaiting
their turn, and planning questions that would open to them the vast stores of knowledge
stored away in academic minds.

II. They stimulated the students to a fondness for beauteous apparel. On these
occasions did the soberest amongst us cast aside in scorn their lowly garments, and appear
resplendent as the lilies of the field.

IlI.. They revealed to the outside world, and, indeed, to ourselves, that we were not
cloistered nuns, but were merely temporarily banished from the haunts of men. Moreover,
they lightened to a wonderful degree our dread sentence of four years at hard labor, and
kept us from forgetting the good old customs of our native land. For men, old, middle-
aged, and infantile, clad in festive evening garb, came to our receptions. Often they
augmented the adoring groups around some professor, revered because of his learning;
ever and anon they captured some lovely student, and bore her off to a lonely dim-lit
corner, there to worship at the feet of knowledge. Small wonder, then, that these gather-
ings were a success, where learning flowed for all as plentifully as milk and honey.

IV. And lest those eager to acquire information should faint from exhaustion, there
were real milk and honey, not unmixed with more solid foods. And he who in his haste to
catch the train had come without his dinner could feast himself, if he so desired, on both
sides of Pembroke. Now and again we have seen some hungry traveller, or perhaps a still
more hungry student, eat, and eat, and eat again, from the bounteous stores so liberally
provided. What a blessed sight it is to see the gnawing pangs of starvation appeased!

V. The receptions inculcated within us a love of harmony. All evening long the melo-
dious notes of a string orchestra sounded in our ears; and when the clock pointed to the

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magic hour of eleven, then, O greatest of our privileges, then—after our guests had reluctant-
ly departed, ushered out by our college hymn, then we danced, with spirits brightened by
the evening’s enjoyment, |

VI. And after all was ended, we returned to our little cells in the college halls, so
stimulated by the pleasures of the past hours that we were enabled to sit several more
hours at tasks which had to be finished ere ten o’clock the next day.

It is in virtue of these considerations, and for the benefit of ourselves and posterity,
that we ask this boon, and entreat that the college receptions become once more a feature
of the college year.

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A Peep at Brun Mawr in 2002

I don’t believe we shall ever forget the year 2002 A. D., do you? To enlighten the
unfortunates who think I am absolutely mad and who lived too late to be let into the
inner workings of our illustrious class, I will explain that the year 2002 was a leap into the
future taken simultaneously by 1904 and 1906, Ves, we were rather athletic to have done
it, we admit, but we have since proved such a feat wasn’t a mere accident by our prowess
in the recent track meet, when ’Ster White (gymnasium Star, I believe) made the great
record of 2 feet, 1 inch, in the running broad jump.

Well, we made the leap with howling success, we thought. Woman, in the most
tangible shape of Jessie Hewitt as Rutherford Rockefeller, walked lord of creation in all
things intellectual and otherwise; through her well-meant mediation, the lofty amazons
composing the undergraduate body of Bryn Mawr College, consented to allow puny man
a humble place in the institution. Clarence Clare (Ruth Archbald), supposedly a descend-
ant of a former Bryn Mawr professor, braved the sanctum of the Eternal Feminine and
was initiated by the all-sustaining Rutherford into subtleties almost. too deep for man.
Through her efforts, he was spared the annoyance of having his body blown into years
much further removed from 2002 through his clumsily managed attempts to do.a chemical
experiment. And having survived this ordeal, he was permitted to witness the Sophomore
Play. (This was a really very pretty little series of tableaux arranged from Aucassin and
Nicolette, in which Lucia Ford took the part of Nicolette—enough said). But’ no strong-
minded woman with a worthy purpose in life will consent to stand by and let one of their
number fall from noble estate, and so the students felt when they saw Rutherford so
assiduous towards Clarence. Something had to be done, and Maxine Wragley herself
kindly volunteered to rise from the dead and point out to Rutherford the inevitable con-
Sequences of such weak-mindedness. She appeared before the erring pair with a blood-
curdling moan, which was sufficient to send poor timid Clarence Clare yowling from
Bryn Mawr, and Rutherford was persuaded to pose for delighted 1904 (there were no
men present) with one foot on the future, the other pointing toward the stars.

GRACE B. WapDE.

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Che Ladies Home Learn-all

Myself that time did eagerly frequent

This hall and that, and heard great argument,
About it and about. A play ’twas not—
That’s all the further that our knowledge went.

Which made it rather difficult to write the songs. It always 7s hard, except. for
the disciples of Mr. Henry James, to write on something you don’t know anything what-
ever about. And, besides, ‘‘play’’ is such a beautiful word to rythme with. I am afraid
we all bore a grudge against the Dean for our poetical difficulties, until two gifted members
of the class, Miss Ford and Miss Katzenstein, discovered the comprehensive term ‘‘show,”’
which has almost as many metrical possibilities. And then with an unholy, aboriginal
joy, we juba-ed out the ‘‘1907 we like your sho-ow.’’ And do you remember the beautiful,
realistic warwhoop that we almost decided to put in the last line?

And now we pile into the Gym,
And to the programs turn all.

The problem’s solved, ‘The Ladies’’—
What a bright idea—‘‘Home Learn-all.”

Well, of all things! That is pretty clever, isn’t it? Who do you suppose thought
it up? “Table of Contents, Vol. mpecccvit.’’ Do you suppose they will make a cheer
out of it? ‘No, I’’—their first appearance, in other words. Wonder if they’re as excited
about it as we were last year. Do you remember? Oh, and so that’s their class animal!
Mine looks as if he were turning up his toes to the daisies, I wonder what that motto
means {March 1, 1906—am still wondering.] No, let’s sing first—it would be a shame to
spoil our voices with cheering so soon, There, I do think we can sing almost as well as we

cheer. Oh, the curtain—

The cover first, with tender sentiment,
Then dulcet harmonies the soft air fill
(Hurry up and applaud—t’s their song to us.)
Next Mrs. Bernhardt, suave and sublimal,
Discourseth like a subtly flowing rill.
(Don’t you know what that means? It’s a figure of speech.)

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Until at last—continued page sixteen.

The animals came out two by two,

The beaver and crab with their dark and light blue,
(That's an original idea)

The turtle and Peg, with affectionate nods;

Would you call that a play to the gallery gods?

Past the tricks of the wizard, so marvelous mystic,
Past the rescue of Shylock from bold villain’s gun,
Past the Lighter Vein, Fashion Page, chicly artistic,
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Our Sophomore Class supper! My memory tells me that there are three reasons for
not forgetting that festive repast; first, a dread of its coming; second, a fright I had in
the middle of it, and third, a good deal of regret felt after it was over and gone, Everyone
appreciates the depressing effect of the word “gone.”

My fright was no laughing matter. Even now at times there sweeps over me the same
horror that all but engulphed me, when, in the middle of the repast, between imbibings
of our very dangerous lemonade, I was asked to tell. a funny story. By the grace of Provi-
dence, or rather of our toast-mistress, Beth Harrington, five minutes for recovery was
granted, or I should have died from sheer blankness of mind.

But there will never be another Sophomore Supper. That is a thing quite gone, taking
with it all its pleasures. And it was the realization that we could only keep it one night
and that after it was over the great and glorious Class might never sit down altogether
at one board to eat the same lobster croquettes and ice-cream, and drink the same lemonade
with one cherry to every dozen glasses. At alt events, we seemed to have pretty strong
feelings for a while, for it was a serious matter for those of us who were not to come back,
and even those who planned to return to the guiding eye and tender voice of our Dean
were struck by a sense of the possibilities of finals or an untimely death from too much
butter at dinner.

We met at the front door of Pembroke West that memorable night and forming in
a long and solemn line, two by two, marched with much dignity past the well disciplined
class of 1907, into the hall, and found our places by means of cards, on the back of each
of which was an appropriate toast to the girl it named, the result of the destruction of much
brain tissue. The ‘‘curtain raiser’’ was a speech from the toast-mistress.

After this, with semi-occasional intervals for mouthfuls, toasts were asked of various
people. Esther White spoke very well on the toast subject of 1907, and Anna: Louise
Strong, with enthusiasm, on Fame. Elsie Biglow gave us a treat on that merry festival,
the College reception. Jessie Hewitt spoke with many amusing side remarks on a subject
very near to our hearts—Basket-ball. We renewed our youth by the refreshing sight
of Erma Kingsbacher’s dancing and by hearing Ethel de Koven sing the clock song. And
finally came the toast to our President, drunk with all possible enthusiasm, though with

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lumps of forebodings in our throats, that were not decreased by Mary’s graceful reply.
} The enthusiasm did not diminish with the toast to 1906 given next. We were never an
iW? unappreciative class as to the nice things of life. Do I not recall some such phrase as
ae “gaze in silent wonder’? The Class Song went off very well, but the pitch of excitement
was too great. Some one proposed a toast to those who were not to return and the tears
which had been ready to fall at a word’s warning poured forth in copious flood. I trust
those of us who were to leave shed the most, though a number of those who were to remain
were not left behind—for example, the girl who left a moist spot on my shoulder. For-
tunately, some one stopped the water supply quite suddenly with the discreet remark,
“Ves, our dear departed,”’ which, while it made some of us feel like drowning her in lemon-
ade, was yet good for us, since it enabled us to collect our battered emotions enough to "
give one last hearty cheer for “Mary,” and then with glasses raised and one foot on the hy 4

| table we sang “Auld Lang Syne.”
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Scene: ‘‘Miss Thomas’ aristocratic temple of learning’’ (Evening Bulletin, April 3, 1906).

Act. I—Introducing the Personages of the Drama.
What is the strange procession?
It is a noisy procession,
It is a motley procession.
Toward the front of it there are persons clothed in odd and interesting garments,
some becoming, others not.
Why are so many clad in white with flowers and window curtains in their hair?
Oh, yes, they are brides.
It is a matrimonial agency.
There is one girl with a Hat.
There are others wearing basques of azure flannel with white collars.
That all these are the Heroines of the occasion may be seen from the admiration and
deference of the rest of the cavaleade, who are dressed in black cloaks and bonnets.
The procession moves on.
Down in a hollow they see a Fire.
They are cold, and hurry to warm themselves, the Nobility monopolizing the place,
and the Proletareat hovering with wistful eyes on the outskirts.
Various things happen.
They throw away books on the flames—what a sinful waste of money!
There are speeches,
Also songs.
Suddenly sixty-three girls with dark blue lamps rush up to sixty-three Heroines
and whisper something. The sixty-three Heroines shout ‘'1906-——song!’’
The sixty-three girls with dark blue lamps sing.
It is a very nice song, but they do not seem to know it very well
Let us draw the curtain.

Act II—The Plot Thickens.
Rain, rain, rain,
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Oh, well for the seventeen classes
That had clear weather before,

But the tender grace of a campus dry
Was refused to 1904.

Act III—A Highly Comic Interlude.

Act IV—After

Rise and put on your gym suit. Let me see

You come forth like the Spring—the clock says three.
Come, banish Morpheus. Take no care

For jewels for your gown or hair ;

Fear not, the rain will strew

Diamonds in abundance upon you.

There’s not one Junior—all the college lazes—
That is got up and gone to bring in daisies.

A deal of Sophomores ere this is gone

Off to the fields, and come back laden home.
The tennis court is filled with Nineteen-Six,

Who weave and wind and twist and tie and mix
Again and yet again the lengthening chain,

And anxious ask, ‘“‘How many feet remain?’
So while time serves, ere Sol his eyelids raises
Come, my Corinna, help with the daisies.

the Thunderbolt.

They are gone from the campus,

They are lost to the halls.

Like the rural migration,

They departed these walls.

To the chapel we brought them

Their degrees to obtain;

After chapel we sought them,

But our search was in vain.

Like knowledge at mid-years

Like iced tea in May

Like gym drills this spring

They are gone, and for aye.
Frances M. SIMPSON.

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1904. VS. 1906
Cask (Capt.) Cot RICHARDSON (Capt.) C. F.
WADE RI HOUGHTON ROT:
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November 2—Won by 1906—score 3-0.
November 4—-Won by 1906-—score 7-I.

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November 9-——Tie—score 1-1.

November 11—Won by 1906—score 3-1.

November 13—Won by 1905—score I-3.

November 23—Tie.

November 24—Won by 1905—score o-I.
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NOVEMBER 21, 1903.

Varsity vs. Merion Cricket Club, score

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Calendar of Sophomore Pear

October 10, ‘‘D’Arcy of the Guards.’

November 2-24, Match games in hockey,

November 20, Philosophical Club, Address by Mr. Hyslop on ‘‘Psychic Research.”

November 21, Varsity game vs. Merion Cricket Club won by Varsity, 5-0.

December 4, 1906 hockey team to 1905 team Dance in the gym.

December 7, William Butler Yeats on the ‘‘Revival of Celtic Literature.”

January 15, College Reception.

January 25, February 5, Mid-years.

February 5, Barrett Wendell on ‘‘Puritanism,”’

February 12, Philosophical Club Dr. Leuba on ‘‘Eestacy.”’

March 3, Entertainment by Students Bld. Committee in the gym.

March 7, Mrs. Berenson on ‘‘The New Art Criticism.”

March 11, Founder’s Lecture. Mr. Grubbs on ‘‘The Influence of Quakerism in
Christian Ethics.’’

March 22, Mr. Talcott Williams on ‘‘Issues of International Law in Russia-Japanese
War.”

March 23, Gym Contest, 1906 vs. 1907—won by 1906.
March 28, Gym Contest, 1906 vs. 1904—-won by 1904.
March 25, ‘‘A Peep at Bryn Mawr College, 2002.”

March 26, Debate between Bryn Mawr Law Club and New York University Law
School. Won by Bryn Mawr.

April 15, Glee Club Concert.
April 16, 1907’s Freshman Play to 1906.

April 22, Philosophical Club, Mr. Hammond on “Influence of Socrates on Modern
Thought.”

May 1, May-day celebration at 5 A. M.

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May 6, Class Supper.

May 7, 1905’s Junior-Senior Supper Play, ‘“The Canterbury Pilgrims,”
May 2-13, Match games in basket-ball,

May 18-28, Finals,

May 29, Baccalaureate sermon preached by Dr. Hyde.

May 30, Ben Greet Players in ‘The Star of Bethlehem,” on the campus,
June 1, College Breakfast,

June 2, Commencement.

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President—Lucita OSBORNE Forp.
Vice-President and Treasurer—E ste BicLow.
Secretary—FRaNCES M. Simpson.

Oftires Held by the Class

Christian Union—Treasurer, ESTHER M. WHITE.

Bryn Mawr League—President, PHOEBE CROSBY.

Self-Government Association—Executive Board: Lucia Forp, ANNA MACCLANAHAN; AD-
visory Board: EsTHER WHITE, ADELAIDE NEALL, ETHEL Buttock; Secretary, ELSIE
BIGLOW; Treasurer, FRANCES SIMPSON. :

Undergraduate Association—V ice-President and Treasurer, MARION HouGuton; Secretary,
ANNA MACCLANAHAN.

Athletic Association—Secretary, ESTHER WHITE; Out-door Manager, JESSIE Hewitt,

The Lantern—Editor, JANET THORNTON; Business Manager, MARY WITHINGTON.

Typn o’ Bob—Editors, GLADYS CHANDLER, ADELAIDE NEALL; Business Manager, ESTHER
WHITE.

De Rebus Club—Secretary, MARION HOUGHTON.

Philosophical Club—President, MARION HOUGHTON.

Glee Club—Manager, Wucta Forp.

College Settlement Association—Vice Elector and Treasurer, VIRGINIA ROBINSON.

Conference Committee—ELsiIgz BIGLow.

Trophy Club—Secretary, ANNA MACCLANAHAN.

English Club—HiLeEn LOWENGRUND, GLADYS CHANDLER.

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'E heard, with no little excitement, that the much-talked-of ‘‘Peace Con-
ference” was really coming to Bryn Mawr, and naturally those of us who
were chosen to show these celebrated personages around the College were
elated above the ordinary. The grand day arrived and on our way to
the Deanery I could hear some of my companions rehearsing the bits
of information with which they were to delight these famous visitors.
“Tell me, quickly,” said one, seizing my right arm, “was the College
founded in 1689 or 1789, and who founded it; did Miss Thomas, or was she only in
the first class?” At the same time a voice on my left was distractedly saying, “I
never thought to ask before this moment, but do the Faculty have self-government,
or are they absolutely under the Faculty Rules?’ By this time we had reached the Deanery
and were ushered into a sitting-room, where President Thomas soon appeared, followed by
the Peacemakers who were to start immediately on their tour of inspection. Introductions
took place, and several little groups had already been safely launched when President Thomas’
voice suddenly arose, with a note of anxiety in it: ‘‘Does any one here speak French,” she
was asking, “‘ for the Spanish and Italian delegates do not know English?’ A few hunted
looking Seniors tried to appear unconscious and to pretend that they hadn’t heard; some
underclass men were near me, apparently feeling that the responsibility lay entirely upon
them to uphold the reputation of Bryn Mawr, began nervously muttering to themselves, “je
vous aime de tout mon coeur,’ “‘lelales,’”’ ‘ila mala la tete,” in hopes of convincing themselves
of their fitness for the task. 1, meantime, was making my way to where President Thomas
was standing. Here was my chance at last to display my knowledge of this foreign lan-
guage without waiting for Senior Year. I felt entirely equal to the undertaking, even after
hearing the names of my charges, which neither Miss Thomas nor I seemed at all capable
of mastering. My serenity was slightly troubled when the impetuous Italian dignitary
insisted on seizing my hand in both of his, shaking it violently all the way from the Deanery
to Rockefeller, during which trip I was painfully conscious of the eyes of my friends watch-
ing to see us pass. However, I managed to keep up what seemed to me a very easy and
idiomatic flow of conversation. I was surprised that these two delegates were not more |
familiar with French for I was obliged very often to repeat a remark as many as four times,
and even then they often remained apparently doubtful of the meaning of my words.
I remember perfectly well that in the midst of a description of our system of self-govern-
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again and again, ‘Je ne comprends pas.”’ Isn’t it just like foreigners not to understand our
ideal of ‘‘women’s education;” but to be unwilling to listen to it seemed to me narrow to
a degree. As I was about to usher my eager companions into one of the show
suites in Rockefeller, another party was just coming out, and I heard the girl
who was leading it say impressively, ‘Yes, indeed, this hall has all the newest
advantages; here, for instance, is a bathtub for three girls. I was more than ever grateful
for my delegates’ ignorance of English. The eagerness of my Italian and Spaniard to see
and know all, was at times almost painful; not a door or closet which they did not wish to
investigate, so that I was kept continually on the lookout. One suite I remember we went
into, and from a subdued buzz of voices issuing from behind the door leading into the bed-
room, I decided that the latter was not open for inspection; however, according to his cus-
tom, my Italian friend tripped gayly across the room and before I could say a word, had
thrown open the door. ‘The scene that. met his stunned gaze I leave to the imagination, but
I remember how neatly I got out of the dilemma, saying with calmness, ‘ Ses se dresses
pour vous’ poursuivre.” 1 don’t believe he understood for he ran hurriedly out of the
room, and the Spaniard and I had some trouble in finding him again in the crowd; but one
thing I noticed and that was that his ardor for looking behind closed doors seemed entirely
to have vanished. During the rest of our tour we had many other experiences, I all the
time keeping up an entertaining conversation. I talked to them of many things, of ath-
letics where I described hockey in these words, ‘Nous chasons un bal sur la grasse verte,”’
whereupon one of my charges ejaculated “quel horreur,” which was just another proof of
how incapable foreigners are of understanding the life in our women’s colleges. When I
felt that I had done justice to our venerable College, and the time was drawing near for
the meeting which was to take place in the Chapel, we made our way back to Taylor where
some of the other parties were already assembled. I was surprised to see my two com-
panions draw aside, talking excitedly, each seemed to be trying to make the other say
something to me, and from their actions I could see that neither of them was willing to
deprive the other one of the pleasure of showing me this little courtesy. The Italian at
last came forward, looking strangely embarrassed, later I understood the reason, when it
turned out that they had put together a little English sentence; I suppose it was a tribute
to my native language, I can’t imagine any other reason. In a high, weak voice the
Italian stammered forth, ‘(I admire ze Americaine girl. She try to speak French when she
cannot.’ I think that if the practice of orals were introduced in foreign countries they

would at least have a fair appreciation of the French language.
ADELAIDE W. NEALL.

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“The Japanese Nightingale”

We'd had our own opinion of the class of naughty six,

We'd seen it put to test in many ways;

But ‘twas something of a staggerer, I think we’ll all confess,
To prepare a play entire in just two days.

Till the wee hours of morning they cut it and revise it,
Cast and committees appointed in a whirl;

There’s no time for study, for lectures or for quizzes;

It’s work, and a-plenty for every single girl.

Off to the city rush the Program Committee,

For Japariese fancies search shops by the score;
Triumphant, though weary, at last they have found them,
And haste back to college as never before.

Then it’s print them, and print them, till ink bestained fingers
Refuse to make a single letter more.

Gay garlands are growing ‘neath swift busy fingers,

Not a girl of naught six is left at her ease;

From West comes a heavy thud, ofttimes repeated—
Louise just rehearsing her faint, if you please.

Lucia meanwhile is off to the city,

Learning in haste dainty steps Japanese,

Cramming lines of the play like a true exam. day,

The cast learn their parts like a breeze.

Pink-cheeked with excitement, but dark-eyed and weary,
Down in the dungeons of Rock how they rush!

There’s no need of good painters—they’re all of them experts
In stirring with fingers that calcimine mush.

Mixing and stirring, outlining and blurring,

Patiently painting one line kneel below,

Bamboos and blossoms, pagoda and streams—

Mountains to give a true Japanese dreams,

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In the Gym see them then

Hurry! bustle! hustle!

Adelaide brings hoops and twine

“Help me make a moon divine.”

Tack it, tie it, pull it ‘round,

On your thumb the hammer pound.

Ouch! paste the silver moonlight fast,

Nail the box on. ‘‘done at last!’

S-Sh! Rehearsal’s going—

String the lanterns, hang them high—

Bring the treasures friends supply—

Some one’s tea-set from Japan,

Pictures, costumes, all you can.

Everything the genuine, real true Japanese

Bring your own, or others’ best,

We must make it a success.

Build secure the summer. house,

Shall the roof be peaked or flat?

Hang the lanterns, now look out,

Isn’t it a merry rout!

All the maids of 1906 in kimonas flit about,

Lucia robed in garments fair,

With her eyes all darkened there; .

Lips as red’ as poppies.

Phoebe, hero always fine, wooing Geisha heroine;

Wailing mother, fainting brother,

Yuki dancing to and fro, Freshman so delighted, ‘“‘Oh!

The pagoda’s falling! Whoa! Clutch the poles behind,

Pull now, steady, there that’s best.”

Aching fingers crave for rest.

If that curtain doesn’t fall,

This thing will, and spoil it all.

Yuki’s trials safely done, love and lover all well won.

Now the banner comes.

The crescent moon in heaven hangs low,

Lucia leaning in the bow, like a certain add. we know
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While sweet voices sing.

Tired to death all nineteen six,

Weary, worn with care;

Let the things go for tonight

Put them anywhere.

We'd had our own opinion of the powers of naught six,

We'd seen it put to test in many ways.

But there was not one among us did not think that we were bricks,

When we got that play put through in just two days.
ALICE COLGAN.

 
 

 

 

  
 

 

 

 
  
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
  
 
  
  
 
 
  
  
 
 
   
    

Henry Janes at Bryn Mawr

“On Thursday evening, January 19, Mr. Henry James. spoke in the chapel on “The

Lesson of Balzac,’ ”’
—January number of Tipyn-o’ bob

Like the man in Mr. James’ brother’s Psychology (see page 225) who will “poke up the
fire, set chairs straight, arrange his table, snatch up the newspaper, anything, in short, to es-
cape from the matter in hand,” Mr. James also poked up George Sand, set Jane Austen
straight, arranged the Brontes, snatched up George Eliot, anybody, in short, before he
approached the Balzacin hand. These avenues to his theme were, however, well worth trav-
eling,andso full of interesting bits that one arrived at the subject itself fairly sated with the
good things with which one had been regaled on the way. If quantity and intensity were
characteristic of Balzac, they were likewise characteristic of Mr. James--especially the quan-
tity. Which one of the English Readers was it who whispered audibly, ‘‘Mass, my dear, but
quite lacking in Unity or Coherence, you know!”’ The ‘‘variety of amplification and the
’ Juxuriance of phrase’ were too much for most of us, but some one recovered in time to
write the lecture up for the February number of Tip, which the rest of us consulted to see
what it had all been about. From this article I quote a sentence, obscure in meaning
heretofore, but now, in the light of a discovery only recently made, of weighty and indubi-
‘table import. ‘‘Henry James,” says the review in the February Tip, “‘has left us much else
that is as interesting as his consideration of Balzac.” To what should this refer? What,
indeed, but—

The Epiande of the Prophet's Chamber

One morning about seven o’clock, during Mr. James’ visit to Bryn Mawr, he poked
his head out of the ‘‘Prophet’s Chamber’’ in Rockefeller to take in the boots over which
Gladys had stumbled the night before in a vain attempt to walk in his footsteps, and
accosted a harmless chambermaid with the demand that she should have sent up ‘“‘immee-
jitly” all of the cold water possible. Mystified Matilda delivered this message to Miss
Wyckoff and a consultation was held. “Ah! said Miss Wyckoff, remembering the ‘Social
Gulf,” ‘he wants it for a bath, of course. Go up and tell Mr. James there is a bath opening
out of his dressing room, with hot and cold, water both.” Exit Matilda to enlighten the
author of ‘’The Golden Bowl.” A few minutes later, enter Matilda. ‘‘He said there was
a bath, but the water’s hot, hot, he wants cold water!’ Wondering what could have

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happened to the cold water supply in Mr. James’ bathtub, Miss Wyckoff sought ‘out
‘Thomas, bade him invade the “Prophet’s Chamber”’ and find out why the water was
“hot, hot.” The tub was steaming when Thomas entered, and water was still pouring
- from the faucet labeled HOT. And then Mr. James had to look on in helpless silence while
the discreet Thomas turned this off, let out the hot water, turned on the faucet labeled
COLD, and left the greatest of modern novelists to his chilly reflections. ‘“That fellow,”
explained Thomas downstairs, “didn’t know enough to turn on the cold water!’

‘hence it was that the February Tip remarked wittily, ‘Accordingly, in retrospect,
the occasion of Mr. James’ lecture at Bryn Mawr seems even more memorable than it had
seemed in prospect.”’ But , what we all want to know is this: was this episode on
the first or the second morning? ?

Mariam LOuIsSE COFFIN,

 

 

 

 
 

Che Grocery Shop

During the summer before Junior year we heard rumors about a wonderful Bryn Mawr
College Grocery Shop to be started in the Autumn, and we cogitated as to whether this
were anything more than a myth. When we came back in the Fall, however, we discov-
ered the new prodigy actually in our midst.

The grocery shop at that date only deserved the title of a potential reality, for many
a dark, untrodden Rockefeller basement passageway must be traversed, many a refractory
cover removed from mysterious boxes, many a wounded finger hastily bound up, and
many a shelf sealed before the shop could be said. to exist in its full glory. What fun it
was, generally, to clerk and pass butter thins and condensed milk over the counter to
would-not-be-buyers. Between whiles we could investigate the never-to-be-fathomed
mysteries of the ice box, and ponder why it was that the butter was nearly always out,
or else supplied in such quantities that the bottom of the box collapsed under the strain.
These and other problems were of general interest, but there were adventures no less thrill-
ing to the few concerned. Some for instance, can recall one awful afternoon spent in vain
endeavor to dislodge a large gray eat from his perch on the ornamental pipe that runs
along the ceiling of the shop. This cat had been introduced into the shop to discourage
the mice from holding nightly banquets with our supplies, but we were So thankful to see
the cat depart that the ravages of the mice were forgotten.

So the shop flourished in spite of drawbacks. People would still take the Rockefeller
basement fire-axe as a tool for opening boxes; even the threatened fine of $5.00 did not
deter their zeal. The fruit ran out, that is, the supply did; no amount of well-directed
effort could restrain such behavior on its part. And it was a peculiar propensity of the
Suchard Chocolate Company that they should deliver a large crate of their wares to the
room of the distracted manager, thus necessitating frequent hurried trips aross the cam-
pus, laden with packages of the delicacy carefully stored in one’s friend’s waste-basket.

Such trivialities were forgotten, however, when Miss Thomas dubbed the shop ‘“‘the
paying industry of Rockefeller basement,” though we were not prepared for the sequel
of this remark, which appeared in a demand for $50 a year rent.

Now, in the days of our prosperity, our orders are solicited. Lean and fat agents—
agents short and agents tall, agents laden down with dress-suit cases varying in size and
hue from the portentious black object containing Heinz’ 57 varieties, to the modest article
which serves to transport Cailler’s chocolate—invite our inspection of their wares.

We venture to affirm, therefore; that the grocery shop, though less of a novelty, is
as much of a success as it the days of its early youth, and that its glory will not wane
despite the dire prophecy that ‘1906 couldn't possibly have such enormous appetites
as 1905.”’ ANNA E. Mac CLANAHAN

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1906 to 1905

Sainte Jeanne La Pucelle

The Players and Gust

Messenger

Jeanne d’Are

Isabeau Roimée, Jeanne’s mother
Jacques d’Arc, Jeanne’s father
Pierre, brother to Jeanne

Margot, sister to Jeanne

Edmond Aubrey, Maire of Domremy
Etienne Morelle, the bird of passage
Charles the Dauphin

Dunois

Court fool

Archbishop of Rheims

Doctor of Physic

Peddler of Relics

Bishop of Beauvais

Archangel Michael

Phoebe Crosby.
Lucia Ford.

. Josephine Katzenstein

Helen Wyeth,
Ruth Archbald.
Marion Houghton
Marion Mudge
Adelaide Neall.
Ethel Bullock
Jessie Hewitt.
Ruth Archbald
Frances Simpson.
Maria Smith.
Mary Withington.
Anna Mac Clanahan.
Helen Smith.

Court-Ladies, Courtiers, Knights,
Pages, Priests, Peasants, Clerks.

The Plares

Act I-—-Jeanne’s Home in Domremy.
Act Il—The Palace at Chinon.

Act II]—The Cathedral at Rheims.
Act IV—-The Market-place of Rouen.

Given at
Bryn Mawr College
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Friday, May 12, 1905.

Written by
Helen Moss Lowengrund.
Presented by
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Sainte Jeanne La Purelle

Junior Senior Supper—how many incidents and emotions, humorous and solemn,
does that name recall! The long period of preparation perhaps first flashes across our
minds, and the enthusiasm of that first class meeting when we agreed that we should
have an original play all our own from start to finish, and again when Helen Lowengrund
delighted us with the completed first act, and week by week in turn brought the others.
We remember also how we revelled in old costumes, how the well-worn copy of Boutet de
Monvel was smuggled from room to room to furnish models, and tucked under the window
cushions or in bureau drawers to escape the suspicious eyes of 1905. Who does not recol-
lect—for we all took turns at it—the many funny experiences connected with decorations
and scenery? Once it was Mariam Coffin, who, wrestling all morning with Philadelphia
topography, despairing but faithful, followed the directions of a burly policeman to a cer-
tain paint-shop to be told, “But, madame, you have been here for calcimine twice already
this morning!’’ Once it was a small, meek member of the class who ordered three hundred
yards of cheese-cloth and uncalculated quantities of canvas, and was asked by the astound-
ed salesman as he lowered two huge bolts of the latter, “The dime-museum around the
corner uses this here kind, Miss, and Forepaughs uses this kind—-which did you say you
would have?”

Who also whenever she went to the grocery-shop in after-time did not have a sinking
feeling at the heart that she ought to turn into the next room and paint scenery? Oh,
the messes of calcimine that we mixed, trailing back and forth to the sink and dripping it
over everything, Ethel Bullock’s hair incidentally! Oh, the refractory black carriage
paint that always caused a break in our forces! But there were moments, however, when
the gloom was lightened by soine flash of inspiration—the stone chimney-piece, the win-
dow boxes, the little vegetable stand with its painted fruit.

There was, too, the round of rehearsals, with the usual dead-weight of despair at the last.
Finally in a maze of excitement came that sudden cessation from our hurry, that quiet
pause for a moment just before our guests arrived, when we walked about looking at the
long white tables stretching down the gym. under the yellow and white roof, giving last
touches to their festive loads of pansies, bonbons, and programs, when we admired curi-
ously each other’s costumes and could not touch our own faces lest we spoiled our newly-
made mustachioes.

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Then there came a sudden flinging open of the doors and pouring in of our expected
guests, and cheering. Then together the play and the supper moved on without hitch or
halt, all of us living over again the lovely old story of the peasant-saint which has since
then seemed in a way peculiarly our own. Phoebe Crosby’s effective speaking of the pretty
verses of the prologues charmed all. Our heroine could not have been surpassed. The
plaintive tones of the old mother, the sweet songs of the minstrel, Dunois, Charles, Margot,
all, were excellent; Ruth Archbald, also, who made lightening shifts of costume to keep
up with her Proteus-like changes of character. And then when the last tableau was over,
a solemn feeling settled over us all, while Lucia Ford, wearing Jeanne’s simple brown kirtled
frock and a wreath of green leaves in her loose hair, carried the loving-cup from one to
another until the last sip had been taken and the last ‘Long may she live and thrive”’

had been sung.
GLADYS WINTHROP CHANDLER.

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This is the kind of thing one should never attempt to describe—it happens, it is over.
So vivid in memory is it that it can never live on paper. But a power not myself compels.
Hence ;

We began the season in 1905 with fifteen players from whom to choose an eighteen,
eleven of the fifteen had played before. From these we were to choose a nine. Facts,
as they often do, stared us in the face. The other teams started out briskly with what
seemed to us an infinite amount of material. We didn’t think much about the champion-
ship at first, One day, however, we heard a casual remark on the campus, ‘‘Poor 1906,
they haven’t any material; I wonder if they'll get into the finals.” We didn’t wonder,
we knew, we had decided. And with the decision came a desire for the championship;
a desire which had come to us every spring, but came this spring with a most cogent force
behind it; We did not expect the championship, we only knew that it had to be.
Practise games slipped by. We didn’t train much and, keen for the fray, entered upon
the match games. 1907 gave US good practise for the finals, better than they had ever
given us before. Our playing was characterized by fouls. In one game with 1907, twenty-
six fouls were called on 1906. I don’t know how many more we made, T hanks to the dili-
gence and loving scrutiny of the umpires in these games, fouls were more or less eradicated
from our play by the time we reached the finals.

What is the use of speaking of the finals with 1905? We all remember them so
clearly that words are superfluous. The first game ended gloriously albeit somewhat
chaotically, in a pouring rain, with the over-excited crowd streaming across the field.
None of the players could stand up, no one could hold the ball, everything was mud and
slime, A fluke might have turned the game the wrong way; none occured,

This victory did not elate us unduly, as we had always won the first game from 1905.
On the contrary we became very cautious. Days elapsed before the second game. It
happened, A wild game of plunges into the mouths of kodaks gaping on the side lines,
a game of piling Pelion on Ossa, as it were, a game of few goals thrown in absolute silence,
a tense primeval game, 1905 played its best, so did we. You know the result. Our satis-
faction was dimmed-only by the fact that 1905 played without its Captain, their best for-
ward. But there was joy in the camp still.

A championship still to be won seems impossible, once won, inevitable.
Jesse G. Hewitt.

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May 8—Won by 1906—score 6-1.
May 10o—Won by 1907—score 5-6.
May 12—Tie.

May 15-—Won by 1906—score 14-4.

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May 18—Won by 1906-—score 6-2.
May 20—Won by 1906-——-score 4-2.

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We might have slept ten minutes more, at least. That “might have been’’ was our
bitter thought as we stood under the arch at six o’clock one June morning awaiting the
wagon that was to take us to our daisy fields. Somehow, it was not one of those bright
sunny mornings, one reads of, for there was a mist in the air, a chilly dampness that
justified even such costumes as we wore. Gym suits, peculiarly suggestive of work and
dirt, were everywhere. Some, skilfully hidden under coats and sweaters, showed only by
a well-known expanse of neck, others by straggling ends of sailor collars yellowed by three
_ years’ use.

What pangs of envy tore us when Linda Lange cheerily described the good breakfast
she and her friends had been eating! She had not, however, been out of college too long
to know what our faces and exclamations meant, for in spite of our urging her (perhaps
rather half-heartedly), not to bother, she disappeared into Pembroke East and soon
returned with big handfuls of bread deliciously buttered. At the same time, the wagon
appeared and we piled in regardless of numbers.

Then Lucia slapped the horse lustily with the reins and off we went, clattering merrily
past Dalton, expecting every moment to be left on the roadside in a heap of splinters.
However, we turned the corner in safety and started down the Gulf road lickety-split,
until the wagon suddenly showed tendencies of going faster than the horse.
Needless to say, some of us suddenly preferred to walk, reaching the wet daisy field

all too soon. In picking, some of the girls used their bare hands, others wore gloves and

the more fortunate cut the stems politely with scissors, knives and even shears. Two
sickles were particularly popular. They gave rise to a system of twosing, otherwise called
“economy of labor,” in which one girl did the cutting, the other the carrying. As we picked

_ we stopped at times to compare, not the size of our bunches, but the amount of water in
our shoes. I remember stamping my feet just to hear the delightful squashy gurgle and
feel the water bubble over my feet. One girlafter literally wringing her hands, very gener-

ously lent her left glove to a suffering picker, who having made her right hand struggle

into it, went on picking as though she were the happiest of creatures.

Just as we were getting used to the clattering return of the wagon, with its appeal
for more and still more daisies, the news came that the Sophomores were amply supplied
and that we could go home. So wearily, but in a spirit of good fellowship, we climbed
that interminable Gulf road, wringing our skirts and lifting our feet slowly and with the
utmost precision. We reached the tennis court to see a bright daisy chain being carried
across the campus—a sight that was the reward of our labor. Lovisk FLEISCHMAN,

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October 14, Visit of the Peace Commission.

October 28, Oral Supper.

November 7, Mass Meeting for the Presidential election.

November 18, ‘‘The Japanese Nightingale.”’

November 19, Varsity hockey game vs. Merion Cricket Club.

November 21, Addresses by Pastor Charles Wagner and Pastor Koenig.

November 23-28, Thanksgiving vacation.

December 2, Mr, King’s recital.

December 16, Dr. Shilly, of Cornell, addressed the Philosophical ( Club.

December 16, Dinner of the hockey twenty-two of 1908 to the hockey twenty-two
of 1906,

December 22-January 6, Christmas vacation.

January 19, Lecture by Mr. Henry James on Balzac.

January 23, Lecture on ‘‘John Donne”’ by President Briggs, of Radcliffe.

January 21, Dr. Miller, of Columbia, addressed the Philosophical Club.

January 30-February 10, Mid-years.

March 9, Lecture of Mr. Bonaparte on ‘‘The New Woman as a College Graduate.”

March 17, The Philosophical Club addressed by the Rey, E. A. Pace.

March 23, Mrs. Edwin D. Mead on ‘The End of International Duelling.”’

March 30, President Sharpless, of Haverford, gave the Founder’s Lecture.

April 10, Address by Dr. T. E: Sandys, public orator of Cambridge.

April 15, Miss Wycherley gave three Irish plays by Yeats.

April 19-27, Easter vacation.

April 27, Mr. Allen Hollis addressed the Law Club.

April 29, Bal Masque of 1905 to 1906.

May 1, The ‘‘maudlin hymn” and May-pole dancing at 5 A. M.

May 5, Concert of the Glee and Mandolin Clubs.

May 12, Junior-Senior Supper.

June 5, 1904’s. tea to 1906.

June 7, Garden party.

June 8, Commencement.

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President—Mary T. RICHARDSON.
Vice-President and Treasurer—E,sté BicLow.
Secretary—-MarRIa SMITH.

Offices Gelb hy the Class

Self-Government Association—President, Lucta OSBORNE Forp; Vice-President, ANNA E.
MAcCLANAHAN; Advisory Board, CATHARINE L. ANDERSON, ETHEL S. BULLOCK.

Undergraduate Association—President, Jessy G. Hewrrr.

Athletic Association—President, C. ExizABETH. HARRINGTON; Indoor manager, JessIz G.
HEwIr??T (resigned); ADELAIDE W. NEALL.

Philosophical Club—President, MARION HouGHTON (resigned) ;, HELEN W. Smrra.

Law Club—V ice-President, ETHEL S. BULLOCK.

English Club—President, GLADYS CHANDLER (resigned); Louise Cruick; Members, HELEN
LOWENGRUND, JESSIE Hewitt, HELEN SANDERSON, HELEN SMITH.

The Lantern—Treasurer, LOUISE FLEISCHMANN.

Typn o” Bob—Editor-in-chiej, GLADYS CHANDLER; Managing Editor, ADELAIDE NEALL;
Editor, HELEN LOWENGRUND.

Christian Union—President, ESTHER WHiIrTk(resigned); Vice-President, HELEN SMITH.

Bryn Mawr League—President, PHOEBE CrosBy (resigned).

Glee Club—Leader, Lucia O. Forp.

Mandolin Club—Leader, ANNA MCANULTY.

Trophy Club—President, ANNA E. MACCLANAHAN.

Grocery Shop—ANNA E. MacCLANAHAN.

Book Shop—EstHER M. WHITE. ‘ rage

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ALF a square, half a square,

Half a square onward,

All in the valley of Death
Totter'd our fifty.

‘Forward, our Light Brigade!”

Each to the other said,

Into the valley of Death
Totter’d our fifty.

“Forward, our Light Brigade!’’

Was there one not dismay’d,

E’en tho’ she with her French
Ever was thrifty?

Hers not to make reply;

Hers not to reason why;

Hers but to look and die.

Into the valley of Death
Totter’d our fifty.

Carey to right of us,
Brownie to left of us,
Foulet in front of us,—

Volley’d and thunder’d,
Storm’d at with qu’est-ce que c'est?
Voulez-vous repeter?

Into the jaws of Death,
Into the den of prey,
Fell our half hundred.

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Weeping we. tear our hair,
Flooding the pages there,
Looking in dumb despair,
Gasping for breath, the while
All the Three wonder’d;
Plung’d in a paragraph,
Brought forth a stifled laugh;
Baffled and senseless.
Reel’d we and stagger’d half,
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Beaten and sorely press’d,
Fall our half hundred,

Kohler to right of us,
Bascom to left of us,
Collitz in front of us,

Volley’d and thunder’d.
Storm’d at with Was? and Wie?
Till look and all hope fell,
We that had work’d so well
Pass’d thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back to the chapel cell,—
All that was left of us,

Of our half hundred,

When can our great shame fade!
O the wild effort made!
All the Three wonder’d.
Pity the charge we made,
Pity out Light Brigade,
Fallen half hundred!

JOSEPHINE KATZENSTEIN. |

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forkey Championship—Senior Year

In the first place we had always talked of winning the Championship, with bated
breath to be sure, but talked of it, wished for it, dreamed of it, played for it; and like a
tantalizing will-o’-the-wisp it had always just eluded our grasp. Now here was our last
chance. We had either to win this time or give up for good.

Practice had gone fairly well in the fall. We had again with us some of our good
old stand-bys and we felt a little more confidence in the men behind the sticks. But as
teams will do, we fell into a slump and we walked about for days with long, miserable
faces and talked together in whispers of how we knew we really could—but what if we
shouldn’t! Miss Applebee scolded and coached and we tried our best, but even a few
days before the match games we felt like Freshmen once more as we all madly cavorted
over the field, sending our sticks high above our shoulders, shooting the ball straight into
the enemy, and playing anywhere but in our right positions. Then, however, the usual
spirit of 1906 came to the rescue. We began to show signs of improvement and we even
told each other that we might win one game.

At last the fatal time arrived. We drew 1909, and played our first game on Wed-
nesday, November eighth. Both teams were plainly nervous; 1909 with the new feeling
of their first match game and 1906 with fear of the results. It was rather a bad game on
the whole, but we managed to come out ahead with three goals to our credit and one to
1909’s. We had won the first game but we knew we had played badly and could do better.
So with determination on our faces we again met 1909 on the following Friday. This
time we showed we really were made of the right sort if it would only come out. 1909
put up a good stiff fight but we again saved the day with a score of 7-0,

We were not satisfied yet. We felt that we were not doing our best and we were
almost afraid our best had left us forever. So we scolded one another and consulted one
another and resolved anew that this time our playing should be worth while. The next
Monday proved a good cold day and we trotted on the field to meet 1908 in the finals,
feeling distinctly more nervous than on the preceding week, but also more determined.
This time the spirit that is best within us, which we knew was not dead but merely asleep,
woke up, and all our faces gradually brightened as we felt again that confidence in the
neat, quick passes of the forward line and pride at the mighty hit of our fullbacks and goal.
Our game was decidedly on, After numerous exchanges of the ball and some hard fight-
ing on both sides, the game ended 6-2 in our favor,

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The last game, however, was the best of all. The field was in fine condition and we
felt that we had ourselves in hand. At 4.15 the whistle blew and we ran on to meet once
more our little friends, the Class of 1908. The playing was fast and true and the grin of
1906 perceptibly broadened as those nifty passes of Mary’s and Grace Wade’s shot over
the field and our invincible Jessie stopped everything that came in her path. Again
Fate was kind and time was called with the score standing 6-1 in our favor. As the
cheering sounded through the air, we realized that at last the Championship was ours
and with quiet satisfaction written on our faces.and sticking out from every cranny we
walked up the hill-and hoisted the banner onthe Gym. ‘Thus, we left the field of battle,
tired, and searred, but knowing that, though never again as the Class of: 1906 would we play
Hockey, we were victorious.

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C. F., Richardson
R. I., Thomas

R. W., Katzenstein
LT: Ford

L. W., Wade

R. H., Delano

C. H., White (captain)
L,. H.; Neall

R. F. B.; Hewitt
L. F. B., Bullock
Goal., Rawson

November 8—1906 vs. 1909-——3-1
November 10—1906 vs. 1909—7-0
November 13—1906 vs. 1908-—7-3
November 14—1906 vs. 1908-—-5-1

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C. F., Richardson

R. I., Hill

R. W., Woerishoffer (Storrs)
L, I., Ford

I. W., Brownell (sub.)

R. H., Hutchins

C. H., Williams

L,. H., White (captain)

R. F. B., Hewitt

L. F. B., Vauclain (Bullock)
Goal, Rawson

November 3—Alumne vs. Varsity, 5-1

December 5—Varsity vs. Belmont, 3-1

December 6—Varsity vs. Wissahickon, 4-3
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Class Cras

“Are you going to class tea?’”

‘‘Maybe.”’

“Qh, the food’s great; there are four kinds of sandwiches, nut, lettuce, oh, good ones!
I had six—there are plenty; do go.”’

This is the praise which each hall receives after each girl has sliced bread and the tips
of her fingers till she felt sure no mortal could eat more; yet when she counted she soon
discovered there were but sixty sandwiches, and when she cut them in two she knew
they were so hopelessly small she couldn't possibly fool the wise class of 1906.

Often little tragedies, too, precede these glorious teas. Once Pem. East determined to
regale its classmates on iced tea. Cracking the ice necessarily grew to be rather difficult,
till one wise person decided the fire hatchet would be suitable for the purpose. All went
well till the unseemly noise drew Miss Thomas to the door. She mildly informed the
delinquents that five dollars would be a proper sum for the use of the article. She was
about to add a little more in payment for the two shades which had fallen down, but the
sight of some bright yellow liquid which everyone assured her was ‘‘delicious mayonnaise’’
frightened her so that she retreated.

After these minor difficulties comes the tea, and that is a glorious function! A few
of our stylish classmates array themselves in their best, to watch their guests come in,
to shake hands with each one at least four times. The hostess not being found, the guests
have been seen shaking hands with each other so that they may get to the really essential
part of the tea, which is drinking two cups of the delicious beverage, grabbing two sand-
wiches in either hand, shaking hands again, chasing for gym just as fast as possible.

When some happy mortal doesn’t have five committee meetings and twelve other
things to do at that same moment, but has a free minute, she certainly does enjoy going to
class tea. Basking in the brilliant glow of the rest of 1906, she realizes that she’s glad
she’s a Senior, if only that she may be allowed to spend such happy Wednesdays.

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On the morning of March 16, ‘‘senatus triumphum decrevit” at Bryn Mawr, or, to
put it more technically, the European Fellowship was awarded. Straightway on the evening
of that same day, the class of 1906 hastened to celebrate. Into Denbigh, the traditional
scene of such festivities, strode the warriors who had fought together in the four years’
battle, at their head the conquering hero and the nine attendant worthies.

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a cause for rejoicing. She told of the fates that came to the victors and as visible token
of honor, bestowed on the fellow a watch and chain. Lin. *
Meantime the feast began, and with true Roman eloquence the master of the Triumph — eer
delivered an oration, Such sentiments as 3
“We come to praise the European Fellow, not to blame her’’ or he
“Ror Mitinie is a most remarkable woman,” drew forth prolonged applause.
The speech of a learned philosopher came next, distinguished for that conciseness
of thought and precision of word which is peculiarly adapted to the expression of the  ~
intricacies of philosophical reasoning.
Two foreigners graced the feast ; they were of the race which put an end to the triumphs
of the Romans (and almost to ours). Herr Collitz rose first ; him, all the assembled. warriors
had met in pitched battle. At last we saw how to read German. Herr Jessen succeeded
—he of the military bearing, and the cane, Most inspiringly (for those who understood
him) he rcad in his native language heroic odes which brought tears into—his own eyes.
Anon caine another—A Latin by profession, a Frank by name—nonchalant, quick-
witted, jest-loving Tenny—a la Clough, with much rumpling of hair and facial contortion,
he explained that, after all, ‘‘crotatis oris ales’ of Ovid, was only a common rooster. ¢
Last came a literary man, friend of the poets. He had done much to bring about \,
those ‘‘80 High Credits.” With deep emotion he read one of the early efforts of the hero, ©
a sweet youthful effusion; praised la vie laborieuse which had made possible the victory, /
and, with his characteristic fondness for the society of great men begged for an interview
after the celebration. ;
But triumphs, like all good things, must have an ending. And so after dumb-shows
and dancing, mingled with the loud hurrahs of the multitude, the warriors departed to

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As a fitting climax to our last efforts in hockey, to show the superb adaptability of
our team to any position, we played our final game with positions reversed. For ‘Some
strange reason the sight thereof provoked merriment,

Stalwart Mary Richardson, accustomed as she always was to the centre of ‘ha fay
stood champing at the bit between the goal posts at the far end of the field—no one was
evén within speaking distance. Her place in the forward line was filled by our plump
mate Marjorie Rawson, who with short legs and shorter wind was ambling up and down.
the field in careful pursuit of the ball, though seldom hitting much—but ankles and the
air. The spectacular full-back, Miss Hewitt, was scarcely an improvement as left’ wing.
The spirit and fire of her old game still remained, but her wind was short—she sprinted.
madly in any part of the field but where the ball was.

Energetic Susan, accustomed to real action on the field in the half-back line, became
quite impatient as full-back at her enforced idle times.

Lastly, valiant Esther, whose position was not very definite even in her own mind,
headed the field of battle and urged on her men. |

There is but one word more to be said in conclusion. Only one point did we aaah ‘
that memorable day, the entire credit for which must go to the brave Helen Williston
Smith, who as goal keeper picked up the ball in the face of all menaces, and ran the length
of the field with it to the other goal. Such pluck is to be commended. ‘

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Mr. King’s prognostications were not without foundation in truth, and his ardent
desire for a well-trained fire brigade in Low Buildings was not a matter for jest, since
on the glorious morning of March seventh, the siren blew a screaming blast and made
known to all, that fire, actual fire was engulfing those very inmates who had laughed at
Mr. King. Yet one ingrate was heard to murmur, ‘If he had not thought about it, we never
would have had a fire.”

The ordeal which the Faculty had to undergo was about as severe in its test as ever
were the dreaded orals, only this time it was the Senior Class who wondered. It was simply
marvelous to 1906 to discover the various articles that Faculty prized. A fur-coated
member, whose former life seemed to point to long years spent in literary work, called
from a second-story window, ‘‘Catch Lucy’s books, but save my clothes; ’while that same
friend of hers implored a Sturdy fireman, ‘‘Do get my foot-bath.”” © Another literary
satellite tripped gaily out with a truly ‘‘diaphanous creation,” as a cigarette smoker

remarked who was idly guarding the apartments of invisible friends. It was a beautiful

Greek bust which one young man in a white sweater and blue suit matching the blue of
his eyes, was asked to save at no matter what expense of life or limb, while he murmured,
“Dante’s fire was like to this.’’ And as he bore it carefully away, a heroic woman came
tramping down three flights of stairs bearing a trunk on her back—truly such a feat was
to be accomplished only by patient dumb-bell swinging in the past.

But while the valuables were being deposited on the grass, even a slim willowy woman
having contributed a drawer full of collars and cuffs to the general heap, there were those
who were manfully battling with the flames. One very tall member of the Faculty was
becoming hopelessly entangled in the hose, until finally it was impossible to tell which
was hose and which was man. And another colleague, water-splashed and soaked, was
deploring the ‘‘cuts’ which his students were necessarily taking from lectures where the
roll-call ought to be read. Our valiant Esther, weighted with all the responsibility of being
head captain, was actually grinning—strange that she could grin at a time of such universal
misfortune and heroism, Mr, King also might have laughed.

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‘I did not know 1906 could look so well,’’ remarked Miss Thomas naively, as we Ar) Arndt Adenine on tregasml, ‘
flocked in to her; while Miss Garrett murmured in the background, ‘I shall wear my best TQ Cem pect wilh! Ay ONeanroonke
gown for you the next time youcome.’’ Needless to say we all did come “next time,” “
but we think Miss Garrett forgot.
Well, it was a pleasant sight to see 1906 so well-mannered and well-behaved. We
never murmured once no matter to what heights the conversation soared; and we talked
as glibly on Mr. Rockefeller’s new standards in orthography as if we had never heard of
»» Senior spelling conditions; while Elsie discussed the marriage laws of the different states ;
as if she intended to try them all. Marjorie nobly rose to the occasion, rose—to let the “~
Dean pass—which Miss Thomas thought to be a signal for departure, so said Good-night Vv
to her, and poor Marjorie with a longing glance backward, went mournfully out of the door. \,
The rest of us sat placidly back on our chairs as if we were not eagerly awaiting the
blissful summons to go into the dining room. And when that summons came, by Miss
Thomas’s saying, ‘‘now, will ten Seniors go out into the other room,’”’ we evinced no ‘
unusual signs of excitement nor did we scramble to the door. For one brief second no one +
>») moved, then about twenty of us rose at once, and only by a process of elimination did the
© proper number joyfully depart—those of us who were left behind looking just as sweet as
if we were not inwardly raging.
We turned once more to chocolate and to talking. Nan did not even have much
\j satisfaction of the chocolate, for in an idle moment of abstraction she gently rested her
_ half filled cup on the table, and the next instant saw the Dean graciously giving it to
} another, But the talking was spirited,—the Dean had reached her favorite topic of statistics
and was even gleaning information about 1906. ‘‘It seems to me,” she remarked, ‘‘that
1906 is very fond of blue (oh! didn’t we know it), let me see, almost everyone is wearing a
© blue gown tonight,’’—the poor pinks and yellows dejectedly retired against the wall, and
j were only revived by the reappearance of their classmates from the dining room, It was
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Che May-BDay Fete

May-day has come and gone and left us what a store of memories! We have come
for once out of our collegiate Gothic retreat, and shown ourselves to the world. And
the world, poor old world, journeying out from the dusty city, was quite overcome with
appreciation. One newspaper, infected with spring-fever, burst into poetry over us, and
Keith has immortalized us in a series of moving pictures,

We have shown ourselves before the world, not in our work-a-day clothes and our
work-a-day mood, but in another spirit, just as real and equally characteristic of us—the
spirit of youth, of jeunesse dore holding a festival for itself.

Our ordinary duties were laid aside for a few days, and we seemed to drop out of our-
selves completely except at the end of the day, and drop back easily into the sixteenth
century, Our interest dormant all winter, woke up suddenly and enthusiastically at the
first dress rehearsal, and increased steadily until May-day. We became quite used to
slipping into doublets or kirtled-dresses, eating breakfast with a beruffed lad yon one side
and a green forester on the other, and then running out upon the campus to join our fellow
rehearsers, It we could forget quizzes, forget papers, we could have for the space of a
minute the feeling that we were living long ago; and when we were dismissed from our own
rehearsal and scampered off hastily to see Pyramus and Thisbe, and sat down on the warm
sunny hillside, extended our white-stockinged legs before us in the grass, pulled our be-
plumed hats over our eyes to keep off the sun, we felt for all the world like Stratford
grammar-school boys playing truant to see a band of strolling actors.

Then came May-morning with its perfect weather, and the excitement of forming the.
pageant. The road in front of Pembroke was filled with a vast swarm of many-colored,
moving figures. Leather-aproned shoe-makers, flower girls, queens, heralds, witches,
formed themselves constantly in picturesque ever-shifting groups. Little waves of excite-
ment rippled back from the live-stock over the crowd, into the midst of which the Robin
Hood people on horse-back and the worthies on their ponies were vainly threading their
way. Milkmaids were enticing their Jerseys to move more quickly, and the shepherdesses,too,
were kept alert by their wee but belligerent lambs. Then the floats lumbered up into
line; the musicians consented finally to wear the red capes offered them and put the som-
breroes on over their derbies, and—at last |—the procession was really moving, the trumpets
were flaring, and people were pressing close to the road and standing on chairs to see us as
we skipped along to the music. On and on around the campus the pageant wound with
Maid Marion and Robin Hood leading and then wheeled up by Merion once more.

 

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in search of spring blossoms which, with appropriate verses, they place in dainty baskets and hang at the doors of friends. But the
recent May-Day Revels eclipsed all previous college celebrations, ;
It was an Old English May Day—a picturesque mingling of appropriate masques, plays, dances and interludes in vogue from
the Conquest to the days of the Stuarts, and society came from afar to witness the unique presentation. Carriages and automobiles |
encircled the broad lawns, and among the spectators darted gaily gowned peasants distributing hand-bills of what was to come.
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Pecan We ue cls aes sad Milkmaids Had Played heir Parts, All that Glittering Medley, Seiz'ng the Gay Ribbons of the Maypoles, Wove in and Out in the Maze of a Many-Colored Dance

The Greensward, Backed by Fresh-Leafed Shrubbery, and Lighted by the Golden Rays of the Declining Sun, Made the Best of All Stoge- |
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The garlanded May-pole was hoisted on shoulders and carried into the field, and
everyone followed with shouts. The bands played their loudest. . The May-pole streamers

were twined merrily in and out around the poles. The brightly colored dancing throng
romped, Volleys of little foam-like, fluttering cupids dashed here and there. Grave
priests waved their lighted censers, and good country people set down their baskets of
eggs and flowers to join hands in rings. When the poles were completely wound the music
stopped, and then followed a hasty scattering in all directions to plays which were to come
off punctually.

Each play seemed to have a location most suited to it, and we can congratulate our-
selves that we have a campus which only makes such a fete possible. ‘The long avenue of
maples below Radnor seemed fairly made for the approach of the bridal party in Robin
Hood. ‘The little grassy amphitheatre of Pyramus and Thisbé, the old cherry-tree by
Pembroke under which the St, George Play and The Reevesby Sword Dance were performed
could not have been lovelier. One thing especially which we had to offer spectators this
year was the new Library. The cloister was a revelation to everyone, and its lovely,
somewhat stately beauty formed the most fit background imaginable for the two rather
stately masques given there. What need to speak of the acting? We all remember how
perfect it was. Who cannot recall Phoebe as Pyramus, Lucia as Spring, or Jessie as King
Richard, and who—yes who—can ever forget ‘‘The Leather Bottle’? as Adelaide sang it
in true Friar Tuck fashion?

Yes, May-day has gone, and in its place came a succession of private reading and final
examinations and the activity of commencement week, and the few days that we lived in

the sixteenth century have slipped quietly back in the rush of things.
GLADYS CHANDLER.

 

 

 

 

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And so the curtain went up, and we were not in the gym. any more, | We were over
in dear old England, the England of hoop-skirts and high beaver hats, of padusoys and
passementarys, of stage coaches (Canterbury to London) and coffee-houses, in the England
of Dickens, And how many old friends we met! Some of them we had already seen on
the program, Up at the top were Doady—dear, boyish, good-looking Doady—with Dora
clinging devotedly to his arm, and shaking those curls. Then Mr. Micawber, a picture
of genteel pomposity, with ‘an epistle”’ sticking out of his pocket; and calm-eyed Agnes,
all neat in her soft, white ’kerchief. Bolt upright in her chair sits Miss Betsey, severe
disapproval in every angle, and her back turned square on poor Uriah, who writhes in
the lowest corner of disgrace. Yes, here they all were again. The parrot, too, made his
presetice felt, and I am sure that ‘“‘the dearest girl’’ was with us in spirit at least.

And the play went on in the dear Dickens way, through love and death, and villainy
and retribution, back to love again, and ‘they all lived happily ever after.’ It was all
so real that even after the curtain went down for the last time, a soft, old-world haze was
over us. And it still lingered, the half-sad, half-smiling feeling, as the loving-cup went
‘round—the last time for us—and we sang our farewells. We have often been rivals,
we two classes, in many ways, but on that night I think we both rose a little above class

spirit, and were just Bryn Mawr girls, and friends.
FRANCES M, SIMPSON.

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Senior Supper

Singing our good old rush song, we marched into Pembroke dining room the night —
of our Senior supper and shut the door, to be for the last time entirely alone as a class,
This sad feeling, however, we put away from us until the very end of the evening, and
while song followed song, and toast succeeded toast, we entered with our whole spirit
into enjoyment of the occasion. It was impossible not to be jovial with Phoebe Crosby —
as toast-mistress, for each of her stories aroused more merriment than the preceding one, —
though what she would have done without the aid of the Senior reception I cannot imagine,
for each ancedote began with the phrase, ‘Dr. Leuba said to me on Saturday night,” —
until the joke became a watchword. a

Grace Wade was the first to respond, and took us back to Freshman year-by giving —
her first impressions, while Helen Sandison renewed the old, old atmosphere still more —
by paying a last tribute to Summit Grove. Our enthusiasm is always ready to burst |
forth for our Freshman show, and Cruice’s spirited account was such as to arouse it in
full force, so that when she had sat down the hall resounded with the tones of the good
old play songs. Our noble Smithy brought down the house with her story about Benny ©
and the damp window, and Jessie Hewitt gave us a vivid description of ourselves as seen —
by 1907, or rather of 1907 as seen by us. The subject of Esther White’s speech was “the —
gym,” but the part that we remember most clearly is the stories she told, especially the -
humorous one of the parrot. Everyone knows that by senior year our minds are very —
highly developed, but the scientific phrases and profound reasoning that flowed from |
the mouth of Virginia Robinson would have sent even Dr. Leuba and ‘‘Davy’’ Irons to ~
the foot of the class. : me

What need to speak of the stunts that were interspersed among the speeches? Mary
Withington’s tragic rendering of Binnorie can never be forgotten, while it is hard to think |
of Beth Harrington in'a more typical attitude than when she clasps her hands behind her —
back and sings ‘‘A Freshman had a caller.’’ Mariam Coffin, Josephine Katzenstein and
Mary Withington gave an almost too realistic representation of the orals, and the dance —
of Lucia Ford and Ethel Pew is so graceful that one can never tire of it. oe

Applause raged wildly when 1901 sent us in a small lantern as a token of their good- —
will, but the height of enthusiasm was reached when Maria Smith and Helen Sandison ©
were each presented with a pin to express the gratitude of the class for their admirable —
management of the garden party.

_ As the evening wore to a close the merriment subsided and gave place to a quiet
seriousness; each of us was thinking of the approaching parting and when we had drunk
a toast to 1906 the sad strains of our class song and of Auld Lang Syne fixed firmly in our —
hearts the resolution of undying loyalty to our class. Mary T. RIcHARDSON. |
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A quiet hung o’er all the neighborhood:

In silent bands we moved across the green,
Singing in slow and rhythmic melody

Pallas Athene, till our tree was seen.

There round it in the island where it stands,
We took our place—a pale-clad, solemn crowd,
And each upon our little spruce then threw

A shovelful of earth that was new-plowed.

Long may our fir-tree live and larger grow,
Its branches spread so high, its roots so deep
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Bonfire Night

‘What will become of the Senior Bonfire if we can’t take off the Faculty?” This was
the question we, and the rest of the college, asked in despair when the Dean’s imperial
edict had gone forth. But 1906 does not remain in despair. It appoints a ‘‘committee
of three to receive suggestions,” and then pretty soon somebody says, ‘‘Oh, I hear the
Bonfire’s going to be great fun.”’

And it was. For if the F aculty was inimitable, May Day Féte at least was not. Any-
one who saw the motley horde gathering beneath Pem, Arch Tuesday night must have
been impressed with that irrepressible spirit of Parody, Here was Grace Neilson in her
green gown, crimson flowers twined into her many tight braids, looking as rakish as the
“Queen of May’’ could manage to look:. There was the ‘‘Lord of the May,”’ alias Irons,
alias Frank, alias Collitz, alias Jessen, with a silk hat and a clay pipe: here were a row of
tiny heralds in bath towel regalia, with penny trumpets, and prancing gayly opposite,
the class giantesses as cupids with gauze frills and palm leaf wings over their gym suits.
And lest the mystified observer failed: to comprehend the significance of these costumes,
were we not labeled in the glowing light of our transparencies?

1908 and ’07 and ’og with twinkling lanterns accompanied us to the ‘funeral pyre’
standing stacked high and ready to be lighted. The red blaze flamed up and we danced

round it in gleeful excitement, cheered on by the rest of the college. Then followed ‘‘stunts,”’
our old time-honored stunts, for the last time. ‘The Only Teacher of Elocution on the
Pacific Coast” wrung our hearts once more with ‘“Binorie; ’’the “Only Human Megaphone’’
thrilled our ears for the last time with. the ravishing! strains of ‘‘Heinie,” the “Merion
Grand Opera Troupe’ made their. “positively last appearance,” with real fire this time
for Brunnhilde, Arid what lover of the immortal Dooley can ever forget the spectacle
of his spouse and Mrs. Hennessey—and the lunch box—sitting wrapt with attention
and admiration as Odin invoked the flames and adjusted his wastebasket helmet! Who
that had seen Primavera could imagine Lucia in calico apron, chewing gum and swinging

a market basket full of rhubarb, or who that saw Ethel Pew’s graceful dancing in the
cloister could recognise her in the red shirted farmer lad with big hat and clumsy brogans?

Well, the bonfire is cold now, the notebooks and ‘‘tabs” we threw in are ashes, we
who danced are Bachelors ‘of Arts far superior to such childlike sports. But Bonfire Night
we were glad to frolic for the last time. “A little nonsense now and then’’—that was all.

| MARIAM LovuISE CoFFIN.

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Garden Party

To uncles, aunts and grandmothers

Of whom they had not ever heard——

To sisters, swains—a million others—
They wrote with hopes of bed deferred.
They only said ‘Our life is dreary;

It must be done,’’ they said.

They said, ‘Though we're aweary, aweary,
We'll work till we are dead.”

The Seniors all came forth at even,
Dressed one and all in gay attire

They dared not look at the blue heaven
For fear of seeing storm-clouds dire.

They only said ‘The night grows dreary,
We are afraid,”’ they said;

They said with voices teary, teary,

‘Oh, would that we were dead.”

Right on the middle of their hats

Sudden they heard the rain-drops fall;
They fell with dreadful pitapats,

The maidens rushed for the shelt’ring hall,
They only said ‘The night so dreary

Has spoiled our fete,” they said;

They said ‘‘Let’s not be teary, teary,

Nor wish that we were dead.”’

The food was spoiled, their hats were wet,
They could not hear the Glee Club sing ;
The families said, ‘We've never yet

Been dragged out to so flat a thing,”’
They only said ‘‘We are so weary

We will go home,” they said.

“Are Garden Parties all so dreary?

We'd rather go to bed.’
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Commencement Bay, June 7, 1906

To 1906 was given the privilege of celebrating at its commencement the coming
of age of the college. Assuming that all people and all things under age are of necessity
somewhat unformed and immature, we shall when we return in after years, expect to find
Bryn Mawr a place of redoubled beauty, dignity, and charm, even firmer in its traditions,
even more highly finished from an academic point of view.

There are several other things that need to be remembered in connection with the
day : first, the fact that our class, whose small size carries very few compensations with it,
received, on that account, all of three tickets to commencement, to be distributed among
parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Secondly, to touch for a moment
on a forbidden topic, the weather conformed to the unbroken precedent that commence-
ment day must be pleasant.

The first official act of the day was the taking of the class picture. This was complicated
by the fact that, at the last minute, various caps were missing, the owners of which object-
ed to being photographed in borrowed ones. In course of time this difficulty was adjusted,
the last stragglers were gathered in, and the picture was taken. ;

At half-past ten, 1906, punctual as always, was ready to fall into line. For the third
time the procession was carefully arranged. 1906 was ready, 1907 was ready, 1908 was
ready. The graduates, fellows, and recipients of advanced degrees were all in their proper
places, and it was fondly hoped that we might have a really punctual commencement.

Promptly on the last stroke of eleven the procession started into Taylor Hall, and
advanced half-way upstairs, only to be met with the startling information that we had
reckoned without our host of faculty, who had been sitting in delightful ease in the library,
with not the slightest idea of the order of march. We waited, therefore, for fifteen minutes,
while the faculty prepared itself to follow the Seniors upstairs.

When we entered what the morning papers refer to as ‘“‘the daisy-strewn chapel,”
in reality hung with daisy chains made by the patient Sophomores hours before we thought
of waking, we marched to our places through rows of standing undergraduates, pleasantly
conscious of our A. B, gowns and yellow and white fur-trimmed hoods. Then we, too,

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stood at attention while the faculty passed by, chatting and laughing, treating the oc-
casion with an informality born of frequent repetition.

The whole affair was, indeed, delightfully informal. We, the class for starting prece-
dents, started a new one, for both we and the audience, at the request of President Thomas,
sat with ‘uncovered heads” (again to quote the morning papers), so that happy fathers
and mothers might, with vision unobstructed, behold their daughters graduate.

The President’s speech of welcome was short, dealing chiefly with the permanence
of the things for which Bryn Mawr stands. When shi had finished, there came the fulfill-
ment of the dream of our undergraduate days. Six at a time, with caps resting jauntily
and more or less insecurely on heads held rigidly erect, the members of the Senior Class,
fifty-three in number, rose at the sound of their names, stepped with just the proper
amount of dignity to the platform, removed their caps at just the proper moment, received
their diplomas, and returned to their places, without a single false step, a single stumble,
or the loss of a single cap.

Following the award of the A. B. degrees, came, as Dr. Warren phrased it, “‘a riper
product,’ the Masters of Arts, and last of all the two Doctors of Philosophy by whom
our Commencement was honored. The first half of the program closed with the announce-
ment of the fellowships—one graduate and one undergraduate scholarship for the follow-
ing year,

Miss Thomas then introduced the orator of the day, President Alderman, of the
University of Virginia, in a speech in which judicious praise of the University of Virginia
was mingled with praise of Bryn Mawr. President Alderman chose as his subject the
‘Spirit of a Section,’ the spirit, as he soon told us, of the South. He refrained, so he said,
from giving way to the masculine habit of tendering advice to the feminine half of the
world. He took a subject, moreover, not merely of sectional, but really of national,
interest.

President Alderman pictured the South as it was, as it now is, and as he expected
it to he; Though a North Carolinian, as he confessed himself to be, he exalted to the
highest possible place the type of strong and noble manhood known under the name of
the ‘Virginia country-gentleman,’’ a type represented by George Washington himself,—
the old-fashioned type whose creed used to be to ‘‘believe in God, read Walter Scott,
and vote the straight Democratic ticket.’’ He described the orators of the South, as
great, in their way, as Demosthenes and Burke, the warriors and patriots of the South,
the statesmen of the South.

Rarely to Northerners, as most of us, indeed, are, has the South been spoken of with
such eloquence. “There was pride in President Alderman’s speech, dignity and nobility, but

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not the slightest trace of rant or affectation. He helped to set apart commencement day
in our memories as a time different from anything else that has ever happened to us in
the past, or ever will happen again,

Commencement is over, and 1906 must leave Bryn Mawr. When we return, as we
surely hore to do again and again, we shall see other people in our old rooms and in our
old classes, strange faces, perhaps, in the place of the faculty that we know, strange cus-
toms, perhaps, in the place of the customs that we have been following. But Bryn Mawr
will alwavs remain as we remember it, glad at all times to welcome us back.

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Last Meeting of the Class of 1906

At 10.30 Friday June 8 in Pembroke East students’ sitting room, the class of 1906
held its last meeting. Mary Richardson, the President, was in the chair. Maria Smith,
the Secretary read the minutes of the preceding meetings. The first business before the
meeting was the question of class dues. This question was discussed with even more
animation than 1906 is wont to display. A few startling mathematical discoveries came
to light. Our beloved president. announced, with her customary benign firmness,
that if the class of fifty paid ten dollars a piece we could pay our bill of $477.29 and have
five hundred dollars left for emergencies. The next business before the meeting was to
decide whether the class should give a wedding present to any of its members who should
perpetrate matrimony. It was unanimously decided that the present should be given.
Miss Biglow retired from the discussion. Miss Harrington rose to suggest that a silver
waiter be presented, to cost $50. There were two objections, Miss White urging that one
could get a plain waiter for $4.00 a week and that the instalment plan had its advantages.
This was regarded as frivolous. Miss Biglow emerged from underneath the table to object
that she gave her sister a tray costing $75. Miss Biglow’s suggestion was denounced by the
class of 1906 en masse. Miss Biglow again retired.

Just at this moment a shining bunch of dark blue corn flowers was sent in with a
message from 1900 so full of good fellowship and good will for us, that, in addition to our
pleasures it brought us to a sudden realization of the fact. that we were no longer under-
graduates, that no matter how often we returned or how long we stayed at Bryn Mawr,
it would never be the same again.

Perhaps this was why Miss H. W. Smith prolonged the meeting as far as in her lay,
as is her wont on such occasions,

It was then decided that the class Baby should be the daughter of an alumnus of the
class, and that a silver loving cup should be presented to her by the class.

The next business was the election of officers. Mary Richardson, who, as long as she
was in college was our class president, was unanimously acclaimed life long president.
The enthusiasm, admiration and love of the class for the president was inadequately ex-
pressed by prolonged clapping and cheering.

Maria Smith was then elected life long secretary and treasurer. Loud applause.

The class then decided to hold its reunions the first, second, third, fifth and tenth years.

After cheering the class officers for the year the class of 1906 adjourned.

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White, swaying onward, and now they are singing.
Sweet, sweet is their song and wierd in the darkness,
As onward they come, a merry procession.

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1908 Vs. 1906.

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WASHBURN(Passmore) G. K ATZENSTEIN
CHAMBERS (Fox) R. B. HovuGHTON
SHARPLESS EB, NEALL (Harrington)

May 9—Won by 1906—score 7-8.

May 11—-Won by 1908—score 11-4.

May 12—Won by 1906—score 8-5.

1907 vs. 1906,

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SWEET R..B. HOUGHTON
KERR i; 8, NEALL

May 15—Tie.

May 17—Won by 1906—score 11-4.
May 18—Won by 1906—score 6-3.

     
    
     
 
   
   

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October 6: Christian Union reception.

October 20: Senior reception.

October 27: Oral dinner.

October 29: First French oral.

October 31; Dr. Kuhnermann spoke in Chapel on “Faust.”

November 3: Varsity-Alumne Hockey.

November 3-6: Self-Government Conference.

November 11: First German Oral.

November 7-14: Match games in Hockey.

November 20: Mrs. Craigie spoke in Chapel on ‘“The Artist’s Life.’’

November 23: Dr. Poel spoke in Chapel on “Shakespeare and the Elizabethan Play-

house.”’

November 27: 1907 and 1909 gave a Hockey dance to 1906 and 1908.

December 5-6: Varsity Hockey with Belmont and Wissahickon.

December 8-10: Week End Conference.

December 8: Philosophy Club:—Dr. Dewey spoke on ‘The Problem of Morality.”’

December 9: Second French Oral:

December 16: Second German Oral.

December 17: 1908 gave a Hockey dinner to 1906.

December 17: Law Club:—Dean Ashley spoke on “‘Debating.”’

December 21: Mr. Edward T’. Ware spoke in chapel on ‘‘The Education of the Negro.”

January 22: Mrs. Kelley spoke in Chapel on ‘‘The Work of the Consumers’ League.”’

January 25: Law Club:—Dr. Talcott Williams spoke on ‘The International Duties

of a Great Nation.”’

January 29—February 9: Midyears.

February 19: Mrs. Spencer spoke in Chapel on ‘“‘Womans’ Suffrage.”

March 1: Swimming Contest.

March: Track meet.

March 7: Third French and German Orals.

March 16: Fellowship Dinner.

Masch 22: Law Club:—Chapel Debate.

March 23: Mrs. Oliver Hewitt gave a piano recital.

March 24: Science Club:—Professor Ames spoke on ‘‘Modern Problems of Physics.’’
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March 29: College Settlement :—Mrs. Keay spoke on ‘“The Recent Movement for Polit-
ical Reform in the 5th Ward,”’
March 30: Philosophical Club:—Dr. Bakewell spoke on ‘The Problem of Evil.”
April 4: Founder’s Lecture :—Professor McGiffert spoke on ‘‘Mysticism.”
April 5: English Club:—Professor Scott spoke on ‘‘ The Prosody of Walt Whitman.”
April 20: Philosophical Club :—Dr. Leuba spoke on ‘‘Awe, Reverence, and the Sublime.”
April 21: Concert by Glee and Mandolin Clubs,
May 1: May Day Féte.
May 8: Mr, Tschaikovsky spoke in Chapel on ‘‘Russia.”’
May 10: Last French and German Orals.
May 9-18: Match games in Basketball.
May 19: 1906 gave a picnic to 1908.
May 21 : Senior Day.
May 23-June 6: Finals,
May 26: 1907 gave a Basketball picnic to 1906.
1908 gave a Basketball party to 1906.
June 2: Faculty Reception.
June 5: Senior bonfire.
June 6: Varsity-Alumne Basketball.
College Breakfast.
Garden Party.
June 7: Conferring of Degrees
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Scholarships

Laura Boyer, Elizabeth Duane Gillespie American History Scholarship, 1905-6.
GLApys W. CHANDLER, City Scholarship, 1902-6.

ALICE ELLA CoLcaN, City Scholarship, 1902-6. a eae
MARGARET H1LDEGARDE COYLE, City Scholarship 1902-6. Essay prize in Major English i

Critics, 1905.
PHOEBE SINCLAIR CrosBy, James E. Rhoades Sophomore Scholarship 1903-4; James —
E. Rhoades Junior Scholarship, 1904-5.
LILLIAN R. Exsis, First Bryn Mawr Matriculation
and Delaware, 1902-3.

Ipa M. Garrett, City scholarship, 1902-6. age
HELEN P. Havcuwour, Second Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship for the New

England States, 1902-3. i
JOSEPHINE KATZENSTEIN, City Scholarship, 1902-6; Maria Hopper Scholarship, 1903-4; —

Mary S. LEE, City Scholarship, 1902-6,
MINERVA A. LEPPER, Second Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship for Middle and —

Southern States, 1902-3; Trustees Philadelphia Girls High School Scholarship,
1902-6. oy
HELEN Moss LowENGRUND, First Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship for Middle and
Southern States, 1902-3; Trustees Philadelphia Girls High School Scholarship,
1902-6; Maria L. Eastman Brooke Hall Memorial Scholarship, 1905-6.
ALick Ropss, First Matriculation Scholarship for New England. States, 1902-3.
MARGARET S. SCRIBNER, First Matriculation Scholarship for Western States, 1902-3.
Mary B. V. Srurcis, Lower Merion High School Scholarship, 1902-3
Mary Coucn WitHincton, Maria Hopper Scholarship, 1903-4.
Heien E. Wyvern, City Scholarship, 1902-6.

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Scholar in Latin and English HELEN M. LOWENGRUND.
HELEN E. SANDISON.

Scholar in Philosophy, Vrrcin1a R. ROBINSON,

Scholar in Biology, HELEN W. Smrvu.

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HELEN E. SANDISON FRANCES SIMPSON
Mary S. LEE ETHEL BULLOCK
LAURA BOYER HELEN W. SMITH
MINERVA A. LEPPER ALICE STANWOOD

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Glass Addresses

CATHARINE LONGWORTH ANDERSON, Grandin Road, Cincinnati, O.
Ruta S. ARCHBALD, 424 Jefferson Ave., Scranton, Pa.

E.sre BicLow, 340 West End Ave., New York City.

VIOLA MARGARET BLAISDELL, 410 Carteret St., Camden, N. 43
LaurRA FRANCIS BovER, 129 Mahantongo St., Pottsville, Pa.
JOSEPHINE Bricut, Hazleton, Pa.

HELEN Davenport Brown, 725 Asylum Ave., Hartford, Conn.
Erne, $. Buttock, Audenried, Pa.

GLADYS WINTHROP CHANDLER, 230 S. 45th St., Philada.

Mariam Louise COFFIN, 55 Burnett St., East Orange, N. J.
AuicE ELLA COLGAN, 3535 Locust St., Philadelphia.

ANNA May Co.uins, 842 N. 4oth St., Philadelphia.

Dororuy Ipa ConGcpoN, 1427 Judson Ave., Evanston, Til.
Vircinia Atice Coopgr, 110 A Street, Hancock, Mich.
MARGARET HILDEGARDE COYLE, 1608 N. 13th St., Phila.

PHOEBE SINCLAIR CrosBy, Catonsville, Md.

Louise NETYERVILLE CRUICE, 1815 Spruce St., Phila.

Susan ADAMS DELANO, 12 Washington Square North, New York City.
Epitu Pusty Duranp, Southampton, Bucks Co., Pa.

ANNA ELFRETH, 11 N. 2nd St., Media Pa.

LILLIAN RAUSCHERE ELLIS, 215 Penn St., Burlington, Pa.
ADELAIDE R. Evans, 4017 Delmar Boulevard, St, Louis, Mo.
ReseEcca M,. Evans, ‘“The Normandie,” 36th & Chestnut Sts., Phila.
HELEN May FiLEcK, Rosemont, Pa.

LOUISE FLEISCHMANN, 6 East 78th St., New York City.

Lucia OsBORNE Forp, Hotel Windermere, Chicago, Ill.
AuGusta GRAHAM FRENCH, 1502 Spruce St., Phila.

KATHARINE V. Gano, College Hill, Cincinnati, O,

IDA MERCETTE GARRETT, 1924 South 16th St., Phila.

CAROLINE ELIZABETH HARRINGTON, 201 Beacon St., Boston, Mass.
HELEN CreEsTON HauGHwovut, Fall River, Mass.

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JESSIE GERMAIN Hewirr, Burlington, New Jersey. Wee

IRENE H. HOUGHTALING, 6 West oth St., New York City.

MARION Hovucuron, Corning, New York.

Ina L. IRINGER, Cambridge Court Hotel, 142-144-146 West 49th St., New York City
HELEN ELizaABETH JONES, 138 South Main Ave., Scranton, Pa.

JOSEPHINE H. KATZENSTEIN, Warrenton, Warren County, North Carolina.

ERMA KINGSBACHER, 6602 Northumberland Ave., East Pittsburg, Pa.

ETHEL LERoy DEKOVEN, care of Reginald de Koven, Knickerbocker Club, New York City.
ALICE LAUTERBACH, 761 Fifth Ave., New York City.

MARY SARAH LEE, Ardmore, Pa.

MINERVA AuGusTA LEPPER, 2100 Jefferson Ave., Philadelphia, Pa.

ANNE Dopp Lona, 441 South 44th St., Philadelphia, Pa.

HELEN Moss LowENGRuND, 1827 North 18th St., Philadelphia, Pa.

FRANCES WITTER Lyon, Watch Hill, Rhode Island.

ANNA ELIZABETH CALDWELL Mac CLANAHAN, Lake Forest, Ill.

ANNA Mc ANULTY, 1025 Vine St., Scranton, Pa.

KATHARINE Lay Mc CAULEY, 321 Michigan Ave., Chicago III.

Rut Mc Naveuron, North Blackstone St., Jackson, Mich.

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